Unbelieving

Today gives me an ethernal hurting of the raging night, my moon had crashed on the wings of flamingoes While saying farewell to crying winds of the creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy shores of silence, another watchman of sweets. Impared longing till it starts burning under the eyes, so I am the priest and I am the god of wasteland incisible in drifting dust Of voicelessness on the doors of schizophrenia in order to stay dane amist the freedom of violence of uncaught heydays of drag queens in transgender Era of dragons and quivering flash of tempers between breasts of hills in a green sky it would be sleepless mystry of gullible hounds SATISH VERMA