Vapid story

Apathy flows in abundance.
An angry sage died last night.
A natural displayed reluctance.
While fear shivered with fright.

I lost 57 pictures; became food for a Leech.
A veiled white dress; walked away on a leash.
God bless? God bless!
A crazy sympathetic mess.

Wolves! Howl away to glory.
You cannot prey here.
This is the Tiger’s territory.
The end will be gory.

End of a vapid story.

Varun Rajagopalan.