Blue Sky

The stem cells coaxed to become a kidney or a trachea failed to ask the Himalayas, why were not, they gathering the ice for glaciers! Some sexual jealousy? The naked darkness will nurse the roses to rest on the barrel of a gun. Civil war will start any day. Colored man, the tattoos will not tell the truth of the body. Blood was always crying to give up the fight. Why half-brothers were destroying each other? No squirrel will climb on the trees. Nuts have gone. The winds have dispersed sine die. A prayer is rising from the lips of earth. SATISH VERMA