Signatures

Planet earth, they have stopped moving with me like clouds, like trees. Sap frozen, inertia overtaking tongues clipped mouth after mouth black shut. Toads are croaking. Incence of hate wafting from scrolling suicides. The terrorist is on move from valley to valley shrine to shrine river to river. Bulls in veils bellowing in dark. Self-seeking or sensing the history ? Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ? Who were the masters hiding behind hills ? Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen. My paper should remain unwritten, nobody will draw the line nobody will put the signatures. SATISH VERMA