Reminder

Sitting on the heap of mortals, an angel failed. The world was not going to change. The kill had inspired only a naked aggression. Not blindfolded he took the bullet in heart to become a holy martyr. The pretention caused no ripples. River flowed without blood. A rotten tooth rolls out. Another smile spreads. Many headed cobra strikes again. The ooze tosses out from the broken skin. I pray for the death. The veil lifts. The bone of ruined Conscience juts out. A terrible reminder of crusade seeps in. What do we want from the gods of masses, while the time does not want to look back? SATISH VERMA