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Jul 10
riding his cosmic bull
the cosmic dancer
rattles his cosmic drum.....

only a serpent around his neck
as his cosmic garland,
he silently ponders.....

is it time yet for cosmic dissolution?

cosmic dust from that annihilation
to be worn as a cosmic emblem on his forehead,
sending a stark reminder
that the cosmos and all the games played within,
are his and his alone

© 2021
Written by
Rama Krsna  56/M/NYC
     Sarita Aditya Verma
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