The Lost Generation

Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam transcript of a gender plays with the gun. Manhood was at stake I will meet you in a cauldron. I was arrested in the house, was moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words seek the letters in right order. Puns revert to mud-slinging. The heart spills red wine. No more beats. What next after albinism? Dark was beautiful. Waiting for the light, which never came. A devout survivor brings hope. I will discover my god in particle. subatomic, expanding. I want to walk in mist and snow over the bridge, on the bald clouds. SATISH VERMA