Drum-beats were coming
nearer. The lineage is being questioned.
Archaeopteryx is being kicked.
upward. It was too slow;
was not able to fly.
Things are not moving, as you
want them, in romantic
relationship with the road.
A madness permeates. The
acolytes were busy in playing
the act, that all wars
will never come to end.
Anointing the salt smell as
savior, after the shadow-boxing.
The sparring must continue―
to find out the catwalk.
The ramp was going upward.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: July 11th, 2018 19:43
- Category: Nature
- Views: 56
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