Trapped Light

A proxy life I was fighting in the hourglass to open the pathways of a grain for a bloody birth of an idea. Was time faithful to us when we were drifting apart ? A prowling big cat had again attacked in dark and broken the necks of lambs. Now miracles are flying and you want to get the solid gold hidden in a borewell, the colour of a sunset and a yellow wager. Today I will forget the grief of generations, dispossessed of death and myths. You have not lifted the pugmarks unburdening my truth. Satish Verma