Empathy

Word by word I was drinking your fathomless pain, not asking to shine any prehistoric sin. You are still flying straight as the crow flies into timeless grief. Why we have to suffer in the hands of tiny barbs ? Who will outlive the wits of ancient insects ? The jungle is spreading far and wide. With infinite patience I have been watching the world go by carrying the pulp of intelligence. This knocks me down, the betrayal of blue sky. A black hole is widening in the sniffling cosmos, flooding the desires of flesh. On dust I sit frightened. Where are we heading ? SATISH VERMA