Mockery

Entering into deathless trance the moon was galloping across the clouds, clad in blue winds, for a spiritual encounter with the sky. A saint in making, a grandson of god, retreats in a religious retreat to taste a forbidden pain of separation, without surface love. In a see-through transparency the arrogance juts out parting the tall grass of the assault course. The prophetic self-absorption will decide the destiny. The segregation of caste had ultimately blossomed. Matter is generating energy. Cosmos of a single dewdrop reflects in sun The dry loaves are thrown on the street. SATISH VERMA