My Frescoes

Homeless mind
explores the meaning of the heart.
Pain was on its way.

Your voice lumbers.
I sent a balloon to god.
The figs ripen. We share under the moon.

There was a free fall.
I am going to jump on the spiders.
Take away my home.

Analysis of one’s own thoughts and feelings makes one understand oneself and the world.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003