It was <br />a killing line. <br />Walking on razor wire, <br />when toes would not leave the sky <br />and heels will not touch the ground. <br /> <br />Myths and legends <br />were becoming a witchcraft. <br />Are you ready to eschew the classical script <br />and write a new fable, about <br />a life size robot, <br /> <br />who will speak for millions <br />and put his signature on the wall <br />of a dying moon for the sake of blue clouds? <br />The caldron is empty. No body was <br />throwing any baby in it. <br /> <br />Stay still. <br />The bold instincts will come back with vengeance.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bare-tongue/
