In Self-Being

by Satish Verma   Oct 5, 2022


Wearing leaves, one
by one, I become a bo tree.
Buddha will not come.

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Can you devour the?
chilling pain of mushrooms, dying?
every one in cold?

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The greed overtakes.
Toads don't find place to sit.
Podium fails the speaker.

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