The shade is over.
You have to walk in the sun to meet
Buddha in anchors without knowledge.
Nothing will bring
tragedy, if you tell a lie, there is no god.
Think gravely, he is passing the road and talks.
A cadaver gets up and
talks. We come and go. I will take
rebirth in blue water, though ship is sleeping.
Satish Verma
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