Poetic

In fending off, the questions, after mutilation, a maverick was asking, would you go beyond the species ? Escape was not an abstract. It was a concrete evidence against the bleed and hurt. Invocation was becoming absolute necessity. The poetry of death has many stanzas. The tribe wants it share, but I will write about the beauty of dying sun. Silence was a true poem. You speak some inaudible words. Satish Verma