My Incompleteness

Sometimes death
waits. You want to be loved again by
the dying horse of the sun.

You were reading Kafka
to know the meaning of life. The voice of
the black earth calls to see the hollow graves.

What you say I don't
understand. There were many moons and
suns. I want only one black hole

The poet seems to make an attempt to find the meaning of life. After living a passionate life death is the certainty. One who has no belief in rebirth finds life a black hole about which nothing can be said.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003