Without Faults

Under a bleeding sun,
let the amaryllis speak for beauty.
The saddest was the drag queen.

It was an extraordinary
thought to turn on the darkness for
a marriage of the gown moon.

The wiper waits.
This was the fight
Of the return of consolation
In the blue light of the eyes.

A poem with modernist touch.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003