In Totality

The riot was within. Not getting along with social revolution you would lie on purple patch without seeking any privy. Who were the barbarians which were going to release the brutal pattern of bloodshed during sunset on the lake ? A mistrial will dispatch the violence and you will drop dead on the dirt path leading to bed of roses. A theme will wait for the signing of the book. Someone punched you in solar plexus. You said, I don’t die daily to live. Satish Verma