Meticulous Gothics

Between lie and truth, let
me celebrate my mindset after killing my
consciousness, I am going to become a vagabond.

The artless love freaks out.
There was always a full stop after the
moon's death. Do you hear the weird thing?

History walks again on the sun path.
Between blood and bones of faith, war begins.
The myth will not explain the unexplained.

Consciousness does not allow you to lie. Love nourishes on praise. History repeats and blind faith leads to division and strife.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003