Ageism

a pervasive bareness walks like an honest lie on the road to truth the bone white marble god oversees the planet green’s woes a climate change of heart its manipulations its intrigues something remains unsaid when i look back i think again before i disappear between bread and god whosover is stronger than me i remained unchained distrusting the rules laid down by hoaxes now i am not me i am not a god i am not a thought only innocence of an unopened bud. Satish Verma