A worm is alive ahead of its wrinkles It is a worm waging wars with waters Wrinkles that wind its whispers and wheels It is working with wicked warps of time Warps that wakes up at the whisker of wind Wraps that waggle around its wrinkled weather It was searching for lost times till yesterday […]
Category: Elegy
Poem : Zoonosis
It may be a mystery for medical science It may be a mockery of the harmonious nature It may be a mundane mist of a mundane retard It is never a sign of a selfish survival instinct It is just the design of a degenerate tribe It is just a leap of leech and larvae […]
