The Virtual Pain

Smelling the blood was a
craze of my hidden love of your
first thorn of broken heart.

I remember you should
not have been straight like a sea horse
swimming in water to bend the sea.

Your charity of thoughts
makes the water of your eyes muddy.
They had been making dirty bread.

Something bad happens somewhere but the pain is felt virtually by a thinker who is straight forward.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003