What Limitations?

It was the last embrace
of creativity. I touch you to write a
fiction. Freedom comes with a slap.

Your life is in my poems.
Opens like a tulip. You make a
sweet voice, when you dip in me.

My threshold holds back
the agony, but toad stools jump to
sit on the mantle along with Buddha.

Poets and poetry have no limitations as they reflect multilayered life. In the name of poetry many write what can’t touch the threshold of poetry.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003