Undoing

A tumbler climbs a rain in all crimelessness. Perhaps you will never know my in******ting self. The thirst has become a river. A pile of books and I cannot read. The shadow lengthens on the wall. An eagle melts in the air. They are shifting him for amputation. Truth cannot walk. I become my father tonight and watch the house burning . I am told there was lot of bleeding before. There will be no need to rescuscitate. The dead man says, why not ? Satish Verma