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Chessboard, chessboardChessboard, chessboard

dark matters are floating

like bowls made of leaves

spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving

like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates

from rails, nothing will move now except

the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas

sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged

waiting for realization to come, not to

them but tormentors, a milky way in ever

night, the dry wind slaps on the faces

to remind them not to sleep, the shade

of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn

to give you the shadow of the blades, the

sun ultimately compresses you in the

waist- high grass of death trap.

Satish Verma

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CHESSBOARD

dark matters are floating

like bowls made of leaves

spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving

like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates

from rails, nothing will move now except

the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas

sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged

waiting for realization to come, not to

them but tormentors, a milky way in ever

night, the dry wind slaps on the faces

to remind them not to sleep, the shade

of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn

to give you the shadow of the blades, the

sun ultimately compresses you in the

waist- high grass of death trap.

Satish Verma

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CHESSBOARD

dark matters are floating

like bowls made of leaves

spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving

like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates

from rails, nothing will move now except

the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas

sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged

waiting for realization to come, not to

them but tormentors, a milky way in ever

night, the dry wind slaps on the faces

to remind them not to sleep, the shade

of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn

to give you the shadow of the blades, the

sun ultimately compresses you in the

waist- high grass of death trap.

Satish Verma

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CHESSBOARD

dark matters are floating

like bowls made of leaves

spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving

like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates

from rails, nothing will move now except

the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas

sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged

waiting for realization to come, not to

them but tormentors, a milky way in ever

night, the dry wind slaps on the faces

to remind them not to sleep, the shade

of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn

to give you the shadow of the blades, the

sun ultimately compresses you in the

waist- high grass of death trap.

Satish Verma

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CHESSBOARD

dark matters are floating

like bowls made of leaves

spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving

like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates

from rails, nothing will move now except

the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas

sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged

waiting for realization to come, not to

them but tormentors, a milky way in ever

night, the dry wind slaps on the faces

to remind them not to sleep, the shade

of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn

to give you the shadow of the blades, the

sun ultimately compresses you in the

waist- high grass of death trap.

Satish Verma

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CHESSBOARD

dark matters are floating

like bowls made of leaves

spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving

like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates

from rails, nothing will move now except

the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas

sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged

waiting for realization to come, not to

them but tormentors, a milky way in ever

night, the dry wind slaps on the faces

to remind them not to sleep, the shade

of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn

to give you the shadow of the blades, the

sun ultimately compresses you in the

waist- high grass of death trap.

Satish Verma

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