Juggling

Standing in a milk line you were talking of depravity, of blood lines and the breast enhancement. A teenage fringe bomber wants to sew the civil society and explodes himself before the empty bakery. A young gal throws her son from the ninth floor and then jumps to get the justice from indifferent god. Can we talk and wash away our guilt ? Crossing the river was not enough, we need drinking water. Bits of human flesh are plastered on the walls. The death wears a face of daddy to kill the times. Satish Verma