Like a Firebird

Like a whiff of pungent smoke morality hurts. The inner song dies in chorus of sharp tongues. Anger beats the wall causes no beginning, no ending. A naked shadow burns. The voice on the edge of truth jumps in the dust of lies like a firebird bathes in immortal grief. For deliverance from the depravity, one who calls you a name. How I longed to invoke a time outside the space! SATISH VERMA