Capsized Boat

A dynast in the storm-razed polity will ask- for a pardon. By choice there was no suicide. You will eat the clouds one day. Taking the brunt,- living near the sea of people, a window goes shut. Curtly, with levitation, the wind twists, one and everybody. An owl tattoo, will tell it all. The hurricane has reached your door. Aftermath was a conspiracy of silence. Every one was speaking of landfall. Satish Verma