Utopia

Was there any option left ? Violence was there, evil existed in pacifism. Signature flora demonstrates the mental poise. I call for the imperfections. In blue mood, I kill the moon and take a walk on the cinders. Will you give me a hand ? There was no path left, but the trees were walking on beach. The war will never end between the genders. The secret of butterfly catcher was buried long ago. From a childhood into the – forest of lies, it was a long journey losing the scents. Satish Verma