YOUR SPACE
Poetry
My Pain Unfolds Tonight
I have no words for thoughts
Only eyes can read without print. I believed
in everything and you were skeptical.
If I have to go, I go.
Will break the links to dance on the
fire. Who will stop the quarrel of faith?
In my soul night I
talk with invisible stars. Somewhere
small gods have started loving me.
in everything and you were skeptical.
If I have to go, I go.
Will break the links to dance on the
fire. Who will stop the quarrel of faith?
In my soul night I
talk with invisible stars. Somewhere
small gods have started loving me.
For a sensitive thinker the world gives a lot of pain which is difficult to describe. Quarrels based on faith are more destructive. Those who think of the welfare of all will be liked by some and eventually by all.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur
, Nellore, AP, 524003
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Jan 08, 2023