INADEQUACY

A silence speaks up at ungreen 
age for an unknown, finding 
dark matter in hiddenness 
of sleazy light. 

A dove in the valley of tulips 
stops a flight for a wayfarer. 

What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers? 

Queen bee will decide for a spliced 
dawn of honeycomb in a bloodless coup. 

The stings were the torchbearers. 

A smile comes out with a walker. The 
vitals were dysfunctioning. 
The end does not need any comma.

Satish Verma