A Grave Reminder

The green hills are drinking the clouds, keep pouring out the scented breath. In capsuled hour the wind was its own rival. A slant on confessional suicide: the charm obliterates the solitude. A gray shower of thoughts outside the window, I forget, I remember in coyness my sparks are humming. The plundered land by advancing columns of hunger tosses around the dead lips of tropical hues. The fear demands learning, finding the uninvited death in the manipulated existence. SATISH VERMA