Forgetting

What was about this face ? Between mirage and actuality ? A fireball was coming towards you. You upturn the underside, wanted to taste the blood and get argasm. The statues were posing nude. Mothers were clad in leaves. Fruits were the greed of man. I refuse to lie in state. The sand grains will find the innocence of silver breasts when sky will spat a murder. Were you ready now to become corrupt ? At last the beginners are now becoming the boots. Satish Verma