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Love was so Thick
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Satish Verma Lungs ago, you were a
priest of ancient gods. Now you want to
sleep in a beautiful sarcophage.
You feel as if somebody
gropes you when you sleep, but forgetfully
a dot comes in between. Was it misconduct.
Unsealing a lotus flower,
when the poet sits on the coiled cobra.
After all you were also a creator.
