Honey Trap

The shoes will have to come off. You have to walk barefoot on grass. Life had become unworthy, of death. Do you believe in killing of a river ? This was age of denials. When glib was beseeched by truth not to speak against dry bed of water. The flames of battlefield suck the glory of coci. They were standing in a line for the prayers. Did you know what was beyond the sky ? A loveless world where no bird sings. Satish Verma