A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest
on trembling waves. I am shedding
my leaves.
The knotty hole. Center
of the earth. A shell
breaks inaudibly in the churning pot.
The pledged promise was
deep. Pole's red aurorae stream
in new birth.
Was it necessary to take
an oath under the bo tree-
to become a sacred Buddha?
It sucks. Fake or genuine?
I am searching the faces of whites,
browns and blacks. Who
wants to be buried in a nameless
grave of a soldier?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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