Whirling Dervish

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Satish Verma

In being and unbeing 
I come to you today― 
in unconscious state. 
Excessively leaning on 
cause, it is not heart― 
not brain. Just a beat. 
Evening is settling 
down. Time flew past. Birds 
going home. A lone moon 
will rise. 
Underground thoughts start― 
stunning the secrets. 
You open the lost book. 
In war go the alphabet. 
Questions arise. After all― 
who was me. 
The awakening begins.

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interesting poem.  Is this

interesting poem.  Is this related to the whirling dervishes in Turkey?