YOUR SPACE

Poetry
A Sage Thinks

You react to see the
delusion. I map your face on the fire.
After a kill would you wait for the end time?

No one gambles nowadays.
How do you walk on the sand painting, so
no one rises from the dead body?

I put on my palm a slice of
future to read the god's command. Some
one laughs at my back and shouts, you are the god.

A man is deluded to think that he is somebody because of his ego. There is no solid belief system on which he can stand firmly. A palmist tries to read future of a man from lines on his hand. Man living in uncertainties does not realize his divine nature.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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