A Lifelong Journey

On the night when vessel was empty grackle did not sing. For the sake of honey, smelling a dead city, after the rape of a daughter. A black buck jumps on the queen of roses, stoned after the death of a green house. A python had wrapped around the child on bed, come, save the red crying moon. A soft drizzle wets the eyes. I can see only stars – disturbed by the winds SATISH VERMA