For little grains of truth,
listening to intuition
he disrobed – and walked into river
to die.
In the footsteps of silence
to eat bread of a moon
facing the onslaughts of life.
Death walks in stealthily,
pays the price of hunger
to the ruins of a fortress.
Satish Verma
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