Going In Void

Let your pain be mine
My hands drop things, even poems.
Simmering. No action taken.

Inaction will teach.
All my dreams are in your care.
The bell tolls for the stolen gems.

What is the state of your
mind. Do you hear the voices of knives?
I want to leave the blood intact.

The poem seems suggest that people are living without bothering about what is happening around them. Those who can do something are away and the others will succumb to the circumstances.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003