Beware Of The Peaks

To repel the slice of hope, the patriarch To repel the slice of hope, the patriarch

To repel the slice of 
hope, the patriarch 
falls midway. 

Pushed to the end of 
leaf, a moth is propelled 
in the mouth of deeps. 

The boat starts sinking 
in the age of doubts 
and dementia. You 

will need to manage 
your fires. A hollow 
rustling of slogans will, 

not repeal the canorous 
sounds coming from the 
orgy. Life takes a turn. 

It asks for an insane man 
to change the world.