Windows Are Not Supporting

In the culture of self, and wilting idol who was going to interpret the truth? To resolve the inner conflicts of an ailing mind? I tell no one my validity, my loss, and my sudden realization, of a dying aura. Give me a poem, a childhood, a dream I wanted to live, without maligning a mirror. Without a cold-blooded murder of truths. Life was becoming a waiting in blackness for an audience with god. A thought sits whole life on a ruined model of a truth, trying to get freedom from the celebrated events of greed and hate. Windows are not supporting the light. Time for the greens to make a decision. SATISH VERMA