Dimensions

You were sitting on a honeycomb I wanted a life without stink or stain. Intently staring at every celebration listening to every sound, and warding off the hissing reptiles near my ladder. Nature, I do not want to fight with. Grief brings psoriasis, the eternal itch and restlessness. I scream at every red patch, my unreadable pain forgets the date. Mutism was not the answer to protect the purity of tongue. Silence was not a golden word. Without becoming hoarse one can shout to tell the dimensions. SATISH VERMA