Revolt of a Sutra

Spooked by a two headed snake, a double of a living person squirms. A moral crisis comes out of a cage. The private space is violated and bloodbath of robins start- to understand the unrest. Antimatter will keep the mystery alive. A distorted truth falls in your lap like a figurine asking your pardon. The dogma lies in mess. Chronology moves forward for future dates. This is not unusual. A wounded lion has a sanguinity of exactitude, lying on a stretcher. Satish Verma