Immortality

A very disconnecting creek where bodies were found, presents a pictorial death in night, which must be challenged, I say. Then I think without thoughts; summer was ending and a pandemic was at the door. The art of debating the image sears the mind. Must act, think later: the gold coins have been thrown in the market, the frozen lens behind the slit eyes watch the cargo unloading : the explosions come in spate. What was it – greed or fear ? We are running blindly, the brides, the boys, the men. Of modern governance a metaphysical meditation. The strings pulled behind the curtain, game starts. Award is gifted. The name dies. Satish Verma