Toeless Journey

The hawk was always hatching a pacer, to spin the surveillance, tampering the tracks of violence. The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes went on to spread the dragnet striking gold from the liquid denials. The sovereignity was violated of a virgin god. The rule of drinking was sidelined. Kiss will survive after the death opens the back door of a globe. Dreams are exhausted. There will be no comeback of a star player in the game of bloody manipulations. Satish Verma