Anniversary

Hydrangia was in full bloom when I left. Machine had failed me, when I was looking at the third eye of the sun in crimson sky of west. I was running away from myself keys were chasing unbroken latches the moon was yet to be born in blackness. The foetus turns strikes the womb with violent kicks who was the father of unknown child? Let’s go and meet in dementia. Three cheers for the wedding boot turns the man into a snail. Death now enters to cross the threshold of tears and listen to soulful nightingale. SATISH VERMA