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Mar 2016
When a humble abode, redirects you
like the page redirection of gmail
to think your body is not more than
a container to get you the bail

Of the next life that you'd get
in the astral or the causal tree,
or perhaps you'll dissolve you bet,
in the ever flowing cosmic sea.
Arihant Verma
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Arihant Verma  23/M/Present
(23/M/Present)   
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