Enunciation

Entering into hypersonic gridlock you become one of the crowd ; remain devastated, slip into unconciousness, defer to a calibrated emblem and speak untainted. The debris was taking to the street. The trees were drinking from geyser basins, mutated restraint. The crow was taking a bath in milk, to show that it has no venom. Or rather no controversy for a tedium death. That is the stripping of ambition, till the light arrives. Darkness will reap the grains of sorrow. The fire digs out the secret bones. You cannot stop the whipping of skulls which were without thoughts, when silence was bidding for lips. SATISH VERMA