Self-Annihilation

The other side of life behind the barbed future where they were seeking gratifications, I was entering the past, without pretention. Time will cleanse the mutation. I will be breaking the god’s boundaries. A theme of nobility has lot of troubles. If I were poaching on death, that was unintentional, life seeks a revenge on being denied a place in sun. I will drink my own pain. My ashes are not meant for praise They are to be strewn around on hills whom I could not climb. Only the fragrance of wild flowers will bring back that cool goodbye. SATISH VERMA