Wearing leaves, one
by one, I become a bo tree.
Buddha will not come.
*
Can you devour the―
chilling pain of mushrooms, dying―
every one in cold?
*
The greed overtakes.
Toads don't find place to sit.
Podium fails the speaker.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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