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By: Satish Verma | Jan 12, 2011 | 522 words | 594 views
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Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; 
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs 

a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks 
through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, 

the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking 
the toes, upending the truth, cracks appearing one by one 

the attic was full of portraits, atrium empty, the 
blue landscape latched to windows, a sick air map, 

pseudumonas again attacking the viscera, festering, 
a roadshow full of blisters, ribbed easily, climbing 

on the poles to get a look at queenbee, pretending 
to replace the beyond, we will remain faithfull.

Satish Verma

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FOGGING

Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; 
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs 

a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks 
through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, 

the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking 
the toes, upending the truth, cracks appearing one by one 

the attic was full of portraits, atrium empty, the 
blue landscape latched to windows, a sick air map, 

pseudumonas again attacking the viscera, festering, 
a roadshow full of blisters, ribbed easily, climbing 

on the poles to get a look at queenbee, pretending 
to replace the beyond, we will remain faithfull.

Satish Verma

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FOGGING

Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; 
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs 

a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks 
through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, 

the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking 
the toes, upending the truth, cracks appearing one by one 

the attic was full of portraits, atrium empty, the 
blue landscape latched to windows, a sick air map, 

pseudumonas again attacking the viscera, festering, 
a roadshow full of blisters, ribbed easily, climbing 

on the poles to get a look at queenbee, pretending 
to replace the beyond, we will remain faithfull.

Satish Verma

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FOGGING

Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; 
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs 

a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks 
through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, 

the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking 
the toes, upending the truth, cracks appearing one by one 

the attic was full of portraits, atrium empty, the 
blue landscape latched to windows, a sick air map, 

pseudumonas again attacking the viscera, festering, 
a roadshow full of blisters, ribbed easily, climbing 

on the poles to get a look at queenbee, pretending 
to replace the beyond, we will remain faithfull.

Satish Verma

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FOGGING

Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; 
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs 

a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks 
through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, 

the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking 
the toes, upending the truth, cracks appearing one by one 

the attic was full of portraits, atrium empty, the 
blue landscape latched to windows, a sick air map, 

pseudumonas again attacking the viscera, festering, 
a roadshow full of blisters, ribbed easily, climbing 

on the poles to get a look at queenbee, pretending 
to replace the beyond, we will remain faithfull.

Satish Verma

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

FOGGING

Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; 
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs 

a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks 
through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, 

the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking 
the toes, upending the truth, cracks appearing one by one 

the attic was full of portraits, atrium empty, the 
blue landscape latched to windows, a sick air map, 

pseudumonas again attacking the viscera, festering, 
a roadshow full of blisters, ribbed easily, climbing 

on the poles to get a look at queenbee, pretending 
to replace the beyond, we will remain faithfull.

Satish Verma

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Author Description :

Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION. He can also be reached at kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468

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