satishverma
Subject To Arguments
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Blowing up a no-show 
you walk out of
procession of primates.
Moon and memories
and million of years
to become a full being.
Cognition gained,
I touch the raw nerves
of liquid stones.
Roasted nuts,
I will taste you,
once I revise my vocabulary.
The laced stars,
one on one, I meet
the dark holes of your galaxy.
O god, at equal. I will
call you one day to
climb down from my shoulder.
Every age wipes out the footprints.
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