Song Above the Sorrow

I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars, while death was always near, circling the house. The network of sorrow, beams to world. Can symmetry of pain provide a plank for the sinking mind? I cannot hold the curling smoke of a tainted fact. The fear, the anxiety, empowers the animal look. An uncovered seed sprouting into tiny root on my hand starts a conspiracy. People talk about the meditation, and senile body shrinks. There is a song above the sorrow and freedom from the assassination of ideologies. Hold my arm ! SATISH VERMA