Night Vigil

Let us talk about ligation. I don’t want to push the – searing boundaries trumpeting the sexual orientation. The butterflies and bees are disappearing. A petri dish, a test tube and artificial thrust through the red lights. An unbroken promise lies in shambles. Availing something less, had been beyond the topic of returning back to home. The desert blooms again with indignant cacti. Satish Verma