The Chopper

Sometimes I feel that I am standing in a formal high class clothing in a corn field… With a chopper at my back…  i am awaiting for her… I actually came to take her… But she refuses to go… I am chasing her… Sometimes she listen to me sometimes she moves away from chopper.. Sometimes I sit on the roof of chopper thinking what next has to be done…

Utsav Sabharwal

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