Delivery Of Cargo Poem by Satish Verma

Delivery Of Cargo

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These are resting tremors.
Inquisition has started from door to door.
The owls synchronize the conversions.

I was very thirsty but not
dehydrated to escape from the
talons of the golden eagle.

Do You like Lambda's
entry? . Do you need a lasso? Would
you run like buffalo or sit like a soaked feline?

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