Recovering

Outgunned by life,you escape to epipheny. The inner- voice had betrayed. Are you ready to meet the believer ? Sad ending of mithridatism- in the wake of realization. The growing clout of pink petals was overwhelming the dust. The leaf body mimics the rocks. From the rear ocean a wailing picks up the blackberries. I was ready for the final assault. Predawn blitzkrieg begins. You start picking the apples from the green eyes. The truth- was never so near to moon. Satish Verma