Occupation

In stark terror, the hard-liners had announced; the morning birds will not sing henceforth. I was not interested- in protecting myself. The paradox had sneaked into the fallen angel. Waiting for the holy tree to take some action. The creeping killer was going to occupy the rose bud’s land. The love-goddess was gone,leaving the lip- marks on the cheeks of glowing moon. A pseudo-god upsets the cart. A riot starts in the ravaged garden to put on the leaves. The grass was wailing. Satish Verma