The Soil Accepts Poem by Satish Verma

The Soil Accepts



Time speaks, I am
not sure, you have crossed many rivers.
It was the last as an axiom.

A zero can go to
infinity. The demons will come again.
Bells will toll loudly. You kill and make history.

Pray for any religious
ism. I remain in concern to save
humanity. The cheetahs have come.

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