EXPORTING

satishverma

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 Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2012 19:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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