Pursuit

the solid rock, from its tallest perch was tumbling down, after navel – gazing – in songs of darkness ; had the hidden aloofness in space and time, i have become a tree, intend to teach the truth of roots ; eating the body of gods, one prayer changes the fright of depth, meanwhile you become the ethnic wait in sprawling riots, the inside of ire was very red ; screams, bends, shakes, takes away emotional blackmail, hairs standing like candles burning, the conditioning was over – in granite falls, it was rain of tears on flames of freedom at the street, a crowd becomes a large leaf swaying on the waves of a red river, flowing sensuously in a young city Hearing the riots in Uramqi of Xinjiang region of China on 5th july 09 where 156 people died and 1000 were wounded. SATISH VERMA