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ROOTS, ROOTS, ROOTS, ROOTS, ROOTS, ROOTS, ROOTS

It was a beautiful day

after the storm.

Fever was rising in branches.

Severed moons on road

started listening to explosive-laden

snow.

I went for the jugular.

Why poisoned goats were set free

for the cougars?

Existence was a positive sum,

not the square root of negative numbers.

One poppy head went for the primary.

A hybrid of reality and dreams

I was trying to find my ancestral home

in the epics of wars.

When a day ends, I open the fires

for the night. Time has come

to become blind.

Satish Verma

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ROOTS

It was a beautiful day

after the storm.

Fever was rising in branches.

Severed moons on road

started listening to explosive-laden

snow.

I went for the jugular.

Why poisoned goats were set free

for the cougars?

Existence was a positive sum,

not the square root of negative numbers.

One poppy head went for the primary.

A hybrid of reality and dreams

I was trying to find my ancestral home

in the epics of wars.

When a day ends, I open the fires

for the night. Time has come

to become blind.

Satish Verma

---------------------------

ROOTS

It was a beautiful day

after the storm.

Fever was rising in branches.

Severed moons on road

started listening to explosive-laden

snow.

I went for the jugular.

Why poisoned goats were set free

for the cougars?

Existence was a positive sum,

not the square root of negative numbers.

One poppy head went for the primary.

A hybrid of reality and dreams

I was trying to find my ancestral home

in the epics of wars.

When a day ends, I open the fires

for the night. Time has come

to become blind.

Satish Verma

---------------------------

ROOTS

It was a beautiful day

after the storm.

Fever was rising in branches.

Severed moons on road

started listening to explosive-laden

snow.

I went for the jugular.

Why poisoned goats were set free

for the cougars?

Existence was a positive sum,

not the square root of negative numbers.

One poppy head went for the primary.

A hybrid of reality and dreams

I was trying to find my ancestral home

in the epics of wars.

When a day ends, I open the fires

for the night. Time has come

to become blind.

Satish Verma

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