Sneaking Gods

Reticent were moon, sky and birds. A pall of gloom spread on the trees. Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, to watch the descending values. A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, and I long for the generosity of past which could connect us to future. A flame burns the eyes. When we took the wrong road? Still the fever is rising. Gods sneak into our affairs. A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow, the helpless victim lies in wait, to be dispatched. SATISH VERMA