YOUR SPACE

Poetry
The Emperor is Dead

Your language spins,
and you want to repatriate your
holy words. Nascent love opens the eyes.

The cruel pain comes
again and again. I was hunting
the wounded cobra and smelled fear.

What offends your heart?
I wanted justice for readers who
don't want the book of rebirth.

With holy words some want to change others to their way. That is a repetitive practice. So the fear of it persists. There should be protection for those who do not want to change their way.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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