Pain to Pain

The wick was forbidden
to burn. Creativity was checked
by manpower for god.

Cleavage was accurate.
The visitors come and go. At sunset
the explicit beauty weeps.

The cheating continues.
Reparation brakes. The bricks
are falling one by one from the temple.

In the name of God wilderness in creativity is checked. But it continues and now the edifice of faith is crumbling.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003

Dear Sir,

A lovely poem indeed.

You look  like the President of USA, Mr Joe Biden!

M V Venkataraman, Chennai, Jan 21, 2023