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Metempsychosis
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Satish Verma Why would you need a
miracle to become human, after
shedding the skin?
In smoke screen you
become a lizard, creeping on lips,
hips, and chest of an ignorant person.
Verbs would roll down to
explain the gorgeous valley
of sylvian fissure. You had stopped
thinking after tequila.
The agave blooms once in a century
and dies. The man becomes
beast in one night and lives for ever.
Anguish calls. I don't hear my voice.
Become brain-dead, to meet my―
blue gods―
