The Kicking Winds

by Satish Verma   Jan 11, 2018


A doer was seeking
a physical thing
in this age of carnality.

Truth falls on your
path when you become
an absentee.

Take a break from
the silent assaults. Do
not go for a dirty play.

I will not do any
commerce with the paid
style of the omnivores.

The soil does not need
any weapons. It was
always under your feet.

I will wait for a disaster
to happen.

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