Fair Play

When God kings come? down stealthly, it is your waking time. You had never counted the awards. Refrained from watching the oblation. When blood pooled on the floor, you were holding a love child of moon and earth. Do you think a collateral damage will ensue, when you chart out the trajectory of missiles ? The incredible ink will not go dry on the tongue, when you read a ghazal of indomitable pen. Today I climb a red mountain to know my height. Satish Verma