YOUR SPACE

Poetry
The Influence of Unknowing

The stale words and
old meanings try to retrieve your
stolen pain. I am ready to burn my hands.

Death will not visit
again if you become a caveman.
Bipolar dress appears as a fashion.

I look at my lost
thumbs. I cannot climb the Himalayas.
But the sun will come to salute me.

Some of the traditional things are outdated. They should be abandoned and though risky. new things should be tried and adopted.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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