Strangers In Sleep

The dome has collapsed. You walk in fire on the eve of exhuming yourself, picking up the pieces of humming life. Eye to eye, the patience was wearing thin, fears had positioned themselves, at the doors, snarling. A mass grave was being dug in the distant woods. On cloudless hills, a raging sun climbs up to send the dust of miracles, which never nodded. The faith healers had failed on ivory stages. The god is ailing with multiple failures. Man, are you responsible for this bloodbath in coldest weather of earth when grievers were frozen in their tracks ? Satish Verma