Silent Prayers

The hand comes out of the rubble to throw the musky odor of a cross-legged monk under the ginkgo tree. An apparition comes outside the body of a fan-shaped snake; ignites the wolf. We were hungry,we were thirsty. Untwining we went into the cave for a snowgod. Tossing the coins in the water tank; tying the thread onto a ficus tree, the weeping shepherd said- I want nothing. Satish Verma