Meditate And Kill Poem by Satish Verma
Meditate And Kill
Facing first-ever realization.
It is not play-thing. Moons
come and go. I have become a rock
You were far away from
a happy valley of conscious blooms.
Nobody will climb the sun.
Do what you love to do.
There will be no afterwords,
once you receive an exit award.
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