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Satish Verma Like maiden hair
fern, I return back to my
tribe and ancestors.
You tear off
the preamble, before
entering the hollow
of tree to find the
nest of vespa.
Unparalled,
the forecast of the death
of nacent secret of
undying darkness. The
mankind digging the graves.
Why am I waiting
for the arrival of the
bride of moon? A thinker
broods to understand the
abstraction of human nature.
One day the man
and beast will become one.
