Every Man is a Word

When you forget to
cross the darkness, the moon
declares not to come again.

When your consciousness
leaks, you think separately. In minuscules
the nuance opens the window of pain.

When my love assembles all
the venom in, my lieu of bites, my
colour slowly turns blue.

If a man cannot overcome his problems or worries there will not be any happiness in his life.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003