An Agonised Prayer

Death was prowling from funeral to funeral. No shadow will be spared today. I am not ready yet for the final curtain. Bullets have left some clocks ticking in the pockets of time. I shall call the leader who is hiding behind the scriptures. Don’t choose the destiny. Don’t commit the date. Anguish itself will find the path. What was wrong with the earth ? It has stopped moving, the stars are drifting away. Another explosion in the sun ? I don’t know. This world is heavy with pain. Rivers are flooded with blood and tears and I am roaming in the jungle of lies. Are you listening ? SATISH VERMA