Tarantula

Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands ? They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours of life. Up and down you were out of joint, and your feet were not fastened to the ground. Untainted a shrill voice prepares to rise from the sullen men huddled on the floor, for the sad demise of a grand master. The green truth was nowhere to be seen. People are getting down for a feast to invoke peace for the departed soul. I am miserable, cannot blast the fake ceremony. Year after year the doomed city performs a ritual for the coronation of a new king. The sky is divided by domes, towers, minarets and tall turrets. cannot see the moon clearly at night I reject the old abstractions draw the ink from the blood and paint a tarantula. Satish Verma