Vines of banyan tree was touching my head
Many catacombs were showing a dragonhead
I was in zwodder seeing them
My boots were sticked with brunziem
I heard the Lamprophony of wind
Giving me Ultracrepidarian of the deads.
I saw a pulveraticious grave
with my name engraved
I layed supine to tie my bootlace
Heard a voice saying welcome to your Birth place.
-Jaskaran S Bhandari