The flight of thousand sparrows
spells a doom.
Sun hides behind a sphinx,
transparency is low.
The guest of the remote land was crushed,
when roof caved in.
Walking the decadet bridge I let the
stale life moon through outrageous passion.
My fusion is complete with flames of anger.
One day rains will wash away stains on the boulders,
when the future enters the past, I
will be ready for judgement.
SATISH VERMA
