1984 Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

Maybe.Endless.
I ought to climb Everest.
Where They think it is cold.
But universe descends.
And flesh moves.
Eyes covered.body covered.
The system.nothing like burns.
It comes.Altitude.super covering.
Around the clutch.ask for help.
What deeds humans could do.
To be developed before dust covers.
Issue 1984.Phamplets.
I am leaving the city.
What about the rewards?
The floor looks like snow.
White over red.