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Satish Verma The sins of mortals
have become ordinary.
You can breathe like
nekton, in deep ocean of
idyllic mind.
Pull out your hubris like
a tinkling coin and rub it with your―
body / let it become dirty.
The wayward emotion and
illuminati will meet for the
first time/on the turf.
Desire wins ultimately.
You pick up a red rose
and place it along the jasmines.
Acceptance comes after the fall.
