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Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting

on the leapless bush

celebrating the earth.

I was never happy

with the anniversary of thirst

eating the memories of green.

His hand rummages

to collect the shrunk berries

from my chest.

Today the sun will step down

in honour of a cloud

who opened a hole in a collider

I am the mother

and I am the father

of a homeless moon.

Satish Verma

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SWEATING

Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting

on the leapless bush

celebrating the earth.

I was never happy

with the anniversary of thirst

eating the memories of green.

His hand rummages

to collect the shrunk berries

from my chest.

Today the sun will step down

in honour of a cloud

who opened a hole in a collider

I am the mother

and I am the father

of a homeless moon.

Satish Verma

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

SWEATING

Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting

on the leapless bush

celebrating the earth.

I was never happy

with the anniversary of thirst

eating the memories of green.

His hand rummages

to collect the shrunk berries

from my chest.

Today the sun will step down

in honour of a cloud

who opened a hole in a collider

I am the mother

and I am the father

of a homeless moon.

Satish Verma

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

SWEATING

Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting

on the leapless bush

celebrating the earth.

I was never happy

with the anniversary of thirst

eating the memories of green.

His hand rummages

to collect the shrunk berries

from my chest.

Today the sun will step down

in honour of a cloud

who opened a hole in a collider

I am the mother

and I am the father

of a homeless moon.

Satish Verma

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

SWEATING

Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting

on the leapless bush

celebrating the earth.

I was never happy

with the anniversary of thirst

eating the memories of green.

His hand rummages

to collect the shrunk berries

from my chest.

Today the sun will step down

in honour of a cloud

who opened a hole in a collider

I am the mother

and I am the father

of a homeless moon.

Satish Verma

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




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