For a Desirable World

An extreme smog descends on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops the landscape. You watch the world crumbling around you. The death was very beautiful thing, a moment before dying. Becoming activist had contributed towards the end; like targeting yourself to be hanged. The particulates pollution of depression had seeped, and Milky Way was asking, are you breathing ? The fish now swims outside the body. Death has many colours to celebrate. Satish Verma