Written by: Satish Verma

It was 
a killing line.
Walking on razor wire,
when toes would not leave the sky
and heels will not touch the ground.

Myths and legends 
were becoming a witchcraft.
Are you ready to eschew the classical script 
and write a new fable, about
a life size robot, 

who will speak for millions 
and put his signature on the wall
of a dying moon for the sake of blue clouds ?
The caldron is empty. No body was
throwing any baby in it.

Stay still.
The bold instincts will come back with vengeance.

Satish Verma