YOUR SPACE

Poetry
The Nascent Fears

Real gods yet to be
seen. Ghosts are occupying the
temples. The earth simmers.

Brain fog. It is.
It is not. Just wearing the mask
to hide from the brilliant light.

Two moons leaving
the blue sky, came down to
search for the real truth of man.

World is full of evil and good is hiding somewhere unseen. Reasoning is blunted. Search is on for light and comfort.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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