Moments of Inertia

I asked the suicide bomber, “why you want to throw yourself to your death scattering arms and legs ?” A beautiful moon then,rammed into a golden lake to find the secret age of a wee god. I felt the colossal waste and said, look within first and then cross the river of arguments. Like a diamond ring I wear the truth of morning sun. My heart will ask, what was the role of night in draping the stars around the deceiver. Satish Verma