Legitimacy

No plaques? No head stones? He did not start the inferno. It was a misspelt agony in purple ruins. Pain had no other name! While thinking of him I evacuated the matter, completed the circle beyond solitude. More I did not break the silence worse was the grief! Meaningless threats had no relevance. I recaptured the color of stars, glory of flames, beauty of crucial controversy. I was repeating the legitimacy of alphabets. Greatness was the idea of mediocres. Every thought had the dignity of its own! SATISH VERMA