Honeymoon with history was over.
A two headed snake was sitting on a coin
of leather in grass. Blue tongued
jewel was going to serve the enormity
of destination. Disquietingly, decomposed
relics were coming out of the rubble. Coil
of thoughts becomes a vector of violence.
Cobwebs of increased blood supply to
malignant battle. You die in your own
vision. The awns of oblivion pierce the
wings of dumbfounding words. Offering
shows the fear unlimited. Prices
crash in a meltdown. Poverty holds you
in doorway. Feathers understand the boundary.
A flock of sheep was butchered by a wild beast.
Satish Verma
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