Generation

untouchable that bleeds, lonely in black sky, that haunting moon walks gingerly on quivering sea: lovers killed in shame in broad daylight by gunshots before a crowd; some possessed maniacs turning the clock back: history lets go the leaves, the autumn, trees stand naked, not malevolent but want to poach upon the wrong side of faith; my vision starts failing, crosses the river in ancient lingua franca joining the broken hearts i was apprehensive, clouds come and go, each death becomes a daisy SATISH VERMA