Death of a Protest

to celebrate a beautiful sin on the green lake a sequelae starts a covetous lust of white skulls, discovering oneself was as exciting as the fondling of breast for the first time – innocent graveside, road burning stretching to throbbing millions harvesting endless tears ; inattention of grief was the punishment of unknown shredding the veil into bit pieces the ferocious clawing tears off the sunset of age. your jealousy? bitter screams? SATISH VERMA