Hungry Angels

Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn? The oven had baked a burnt-out face. They are altering genes. Suddenly it is going to start a riot among the gods, a pure kill. Frightened I move in circles around the little black hole in the center. Martians would throw the boys to appease the hungry angels. SATISH VERMA