Avalanche

We forget, the lethality of flesh, beauty and terror of a chasm. A gorge becomes a death trap, you are buried in snow of unreasons. It slips from the bones,coagulated silence.It has its own voice, when it transmits across our failed arguments.The thirst lingers on to stab each other. Brotherhood.The birds were sharpening their beaks,very discreetly.The black sea waits for carcasses. I decide to donate my dead body to Anatomy Lab.Eros ? Blank page ? Satish Verma