Forgetting the Hymn

Spherules start a pincer attack on the modesty of an epiphany. The manifestation was incomplete. The windows were very small in- the wind-palace. Only ringdoves were sitting on the sills, cooing all day. They were sitting in a row; cross- legged, the naked monks. As a penance they were getting the scalp hair pinched off. Swearing will not help. You need to suffer like a forgotten language, like grass blades who bend again & again. Satish Verma