Shelling Uncounted

A blue moon was crabbing at night in the sea of stars. Yuu could hear the outcry of herons suddenly. It was mayhem. Heads will now roll for defiant attitude. The creepers were trapped in the impatient blind-catchers.Unforgettable waiting for the flamed silence was from night till dawn. The sun will peep discreetly. The breasted curve of a cloud hoists a golden thrust in multitude of wings. Day arrives with a bang riding on bruises. A blast fills the obtuse mother whose child was dead at the gate. Sucked slowely, the crumbled walls put up the silver of noon in background. Someone covers the body with white mattress. Another number is added on the page. SATISH VERMA