Uprising

Empty hands were trying to collate the fallout after the trigger moment invited the unwelcome guest wearing explosive vest. It gives a push to throw away the paper and I walk up to the ink for a new chapter. The squinting sun was not able to break the stoic silence of adoration. A pervasive ambition spreads out on the breads of poor dreams. Pay no attention, pay no respect to the falling patriach. Daughters of broken stars were rising. Satish Verma