WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS

WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS, WILDERNESS Why did you have to come in this world to become a medical waste? There was no urgency to dropp in and then remain unnoticed, with no symptoms of life. Later scooped by a dumper you are thrown on garbage. Vertical hope becomes synonym for a peak spewing lava. A collage sits in my eyes. Yet I wipe out tears of anonymity. The night comes to hold me in black arms. After the squall there was the rain and unrelenting moon. Satish Verma...