He was very thin, half naked, one arm 
broken, glasses cracked. 
Early morning an owlet will land over its head 
And give a long hoot. 

The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly 
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle 
in the eyes. 

A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness 
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth, 
drinking goat's milk and raising cotyledons 
of guiltless faith. 

Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet. 
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?

Satish Verma

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THE WHEEL

He was very thin, half naked, one arm 
broken, glasses cracked. 
Early morning an owlet will land over its head 
And give a long hoot. 

The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly 
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle 
in the eyes. 

A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness 
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth, 
drinking goat's milk and raising cotyledons 
of guiltless faith. 

Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet. 
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?

Satish Verma

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THE WHEEL

He was very thin, half naked, one arm 
broken, glasses cracked. 
Early morning an owlet will land over its head 
And give a long hoot. 

The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly 
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle 
in the eyes. 

A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness 
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth, 
drinking goat's milk and raising cotyledons 
of guiltless faith. 

Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet. 
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?

Satish Verma

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THE WHEEL

He was very thin, half naked, one arm 
broken, glasses cracked. 
Early morning an owlet will land over its head 
And give a long hoot. 

The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly 
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle 
in the eyes. 

A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness 
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth, 
drinking goat's milk and raising cotyledons 
of guiltless faith. 

Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet. 
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?

Satish Verma

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THE WHEEL

He was very thin, half naked, one arm 
broken, glasses cracked. 
Early morning an owlet will land over its head 
And give a long hoot. 

The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly 
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle 
in the eyes. 

A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness 
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth, 
drinking goat's milk and raising cotyledons 
of guiltless faith. 

Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet. 
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?

Satish Verma

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THE WHEEL

He was very thin, half naked, one arm 
broken, glasses cracked. 
Early morning an owlet will land over its head 
And give a long hoot. 

The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly 
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle 
in the eyes. 

A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness 
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth, 
drinking goat's milk and raising cotyledons 
of guiltless faith. 

Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet. 
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?

Satish Verma

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About the Author:
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.