And the lineage of existence
does not fade...

For little grains of truth,
listening to intuition...

A hero demands affection, the heat
for a surrogate role...

Spitting the blood, he said,
every winter for few days...

Throwing the prosthesis, he jumped for
numericals, refusing to expand...

Poaching on the brooding landscape
you crashed while scaling the flame...

How far? How far the goodness will survive?
Born to suffer, a troubled mind...

Children of stink, cannot smell the rose.
Lithium in their blood...

To slice a hope in stark terror
he thought to bid holy goodbye...

Tryst with nano was like burning in hell.
Headless body of truth...

Trying to follow truth
his journey was nightmarish...

Living on margin he was deceived again.
A grasshopper was perched on door...