No plaques? No head stones?
He did not start the inferno.
It was a misspelt agony in purple ruins.
Pain had no other name!
While thinking of him, I evacuated the matter,
completed the circle beyond solitude.
The more I didn't break the silence, worse was the grief!
Meaningless threats had no relevance.
I recaptured the color of stars, glory of flames,
beauty of crucial controversy.
I was repeating the legitimacy of alphabets.
Greatness was the idea of mediocres.
Every thought had a dignity of its own!
