Condemned

For human face of death umbilical cord need not extend. The darkness takes care of unblemished ghost of sun. Intergalactic scan remains unseared, trench warfare continues unabashedly. Between brothers, the greed calls for incendiary attacks, for total annihilation. To achieve the illusion, the blurred statement feeds the imagination. Deaddiction starts a race. Deafness of the tunnel. The black knees crawling on coals. No night was safe from the condemned suicide. The creator had the absurd designs. Why not now the confessional stick, to beat the darkness? Memory of light becoming stronger. Give me your hand to reach the ceremonial peak. SATISH VERMA