Paradigms of Progress

Becoming something from anything was a great bliss of paradigm. I take a dip in anonymity. You will never know where you start a rough patch on the road ? A prehistoric site could not outlive the humiliation of proximity to hate. Violence chewed the dust. My knees give way to anguish of morality: horror of captivity of dawn. The eyes are going to collapse in endless night. Tapping of kernel in hard shell of truth bothers me, like a mountain dew under the stone. I will destroy the anxiety of grass. Death of desire may take place Fragrance still devastates the moon. SATISH VERMA