YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Your Self Deception

Hundred knives come
out, when a punitive love comes of age.
This was material revenge.

A visual blame throws
at your self-respect. You wanted equality
in hate. The cat jumps on the moon.

To whom I talk, and share
about my unhealing wound?.This was
a transitional death. I love bleeding heart.

Just as humans have the instinct to love they have the instinct to hate too. In either of the two one wants to have an upper hand. Fighting with somebody goes on all along life as the instinct to fight is also generally embedded in one’s nature.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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