Recent Blindness

Posturing twilightly on other side, prisoners of road, walk murder; miles ahead, destiny was redefining itself. Who will quit unassassinated on wet moon with identical twin of a black knife ? Exit, reclining nude, time has come tp ponder its fidelity. He who waits gets mutilated. You cannot escape the verdict of a pandemic violence. The pretenders have gone to the hills for collecting mushroom clouds. Terror was becoming a state blood, unspeakable analysis of matches. Satish Verma