Satish Verma (5-6-1935)
Drought had entered
into grass roots.
It was a perfect landing.
Sequential. You are
chopped into pieces. A shoal
of fish will make you disappear.
The vacancy will call
a choreographed entry. The
descent will find a goldenrod.
Snow-capped peaks. It
is difficult to stay for a long time.
You climb down. River remains dry.
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