Too many mongrels on road 
chasing inbred hymens, 
while walking I try to find 
who was not unipolar. 
I am trying to fill in 
magic and enigma 
in intersex of autobiography 
of a right man. 
I must find out 
who were you in feminine attire 
drinking sap from merciless life 
igniting god? 
To uncover the antimatter 
I place a wreath for the matter. 
Body flashes the other side of death 
to uncouple the link.
Satish Verma
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