Untold Journey

It does not make any sense to go beyond, where the road ends. He was searching the meaning of life. Moving out of comfort zone to Roman cave. Émigré to chessboard, he will stop pushing the game. But what about the demons? sitting on my chest, in cahoots with the nails ? Somebody walks into assassin’s trap. Somebody’s bread does not reach the home. A child will ask, when my father will return ? There was no answer. The tide has brought back the ashes. Satish Verma