Travelling To Moon

Blood and bones become qualification watching and being watched. Eyes in introspection incubation waking the black dawn. Anguished blank stares, after dispossession collapse on the hills in confusion – umpteen times. Ontogeny repeats filial love after parental loss. Monofloral we stay, you cannot do anything except to collect the honey. Shot in the face, my name. The next tragedy begins at home! Break the cutlery there is no water, frogs will not jump today. SATISH VERMA