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Unstitched, you visit 
my navel, without 
warning. There were 

bloody stains. I made 
no surrender. The bullet 
went very deep. 

Sovereignty was at stake. 
I sit like Buddha 
under a raging moon – 

invoking the spirits. An 
irreverence bites me, scares 
me to the bones. 

Glitch. I lost the vision. 
The nude version was 
very pure, very sane.

Satish Verma