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.
Story?
Varun Rajagopalan.
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