Charity

Sometimes death lives for eternity, a captive of silence, or in hidden journey to flesh; unless the body betrays the falling stars from eyes. Dying was an appropriate thing a festival of freedom for veils, to leave you alone with your morality. This terrible life ejects you on the gravel to become a stone. The fall from the beautiful height was meant for charity. No body wants to die for a toss-up with life, for a secret game of tears and smile. The true thing of despair generates a darkness, whom I owe my light. SATISH VERMA