Beast and Lovers

In the orbit, fear was invisible; was not seeking anything, just wanted to become a stone; break my body into seven rocks, each one becoming a rhyme never to die; said, I am, now, is, not mildewed past, not grizzly future. Every moment myself. Tree, river, cloud and mount become aboriginal alphabets. Sun walks alone. Behind the death, another miracle seals the lips of a dumb; Only eyes will speak now. SATISH VERMA