Doves Had Stopped Flying

Somebody had put the feet against the flame, the street had become a wall. Commitment had failed, the doors were locked. Collective guilt was seeking favour. Repeating the same story blurs the sky. Sun will not come out. You are speaking. He was speaking. Truth was speaking. Solitude and silence come before the summary. I was responsible for myself. Earth refuses to conceive – fire in veins. Doves had stopped flying. SATISH VERMA