Let Us Take Another Road

Let us take another road. The boundary was not clear between crime and pardon between disease and murder. The cleft in the ravines had hidden the rifles and landmines when we were busy in worshipping the rock face with folded hands to deliver us from fear and future. There was no ending, no beginning of disturbing the beehive to drink the moon in night, hear the blues of stars and swim in dark light. Where was the heaven ? Enough of nothing was not something ? The cure of curse was not in any hands, polity of clouds was decaying very fast they were raining fire on the grass. SATISH VERMA