That kind of kiss and runoff.
Why don’t you concede to the fraud?
It was a haunted dilemma,
kidnapping of a verdict.
Dinosaurs were wiped out
by a clean sweep of a meteorite
long back, millions of years. Now,
present ones, tiny reptiles
still survivng in water, air and
earth by active faults.
The great Indian Bustard was again
sighted in a poor man’s field.
Are you a moon friendly?
I am dispossessing all my domestic clouds.
Satish Verma
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: January 30th, 2012 19:23
- Category: Unclassified
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