The reverse gravity pulls me
holds me to become free from tremors.
The truth of zero morality
I am pathless, secular,
The blank paper decides, how the fingers
will move. The uniform
has a secret rendezvous
There was a dark zone,
the chimney, the indifferent smoke
The torch fails.
At the center of the conflict
rises a desert boom, instead of roses.
Non-violence, a forgotten word. A group
of shaven heads mourns. Royalty does not
want to leave the palace. The bodies of
slain innocents –
are placed collectively on a huge pyre!