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by Satish Verma Jul 11, 2020 category : Nature, environment / nature
Zinnias were stalking. The fading moon hangs upside down from the massive Ficus tree. Ultimately the grace withdraws. Now you sit under the bo-tree becoming a wet Buddha. Unthinking, unblinking falling out of thoughts, and start supervising the barren landscape. The dawn sets free, the white pegions to become prey of ravens. Would you talk about peace? The evil touches every next door. I will write a long letter to me, to unwrite the sermons.