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Skipping The Steps
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Satish Verma A tree waits to hug me
after shedding the
leaves. The man
becomes a child, entwining
the snaking trunk
for a brush with infinity.
The supreme dedication
become humane, enough
to kill the non-man.
A lethal mix of
parodies brings a comic
relief to sparring partners.
After all you discover
the white fog, god-made
to unlisten the lyrics.
