The Frost

This overwhelming emptiness : something to present allegorical, figuratively, which is not here. Vultures were coming back. A stimulating dialogue must start to release the hostages of unknown fears. The menacing fog was towering over statements. Everything was turning into coal and the smoke was streaming from the oasis. Where we were on the impounded road unstuck after ethnic cleansing ? The jealous blood was coloring the greed on the cold shoulders of priested bluff. The beast loses the domination, bread and milk of drifting poor. In glass house the clouds were entering. The dissecting table was ready to nail the sea of hate. SATISH VERMA