Praying Hurriedly

You were trampeling on a wasp, when sprouts were generating Escherichia. Dirt. Romping around. How many corpses were there ? Why can’t you tell the exact figure ? Under the carpet the shoes will help. The need to jump from the rostrum ? Was it not a banal show ? The giggling girls threw a cordon around the sheep. The trembling flesh. Somebody walked away with the chopped head. Weeping. No the severed head was laughing. It was an open book. How to make the beds on street, and then lie naked. Satish Verma