YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Acoustics

I take the onus to kill
my tears. Let the rose garden burn
to send you perfumed clouds stealthily.

Impunity may prevail.
You sign your death warrant to
give a white pardon to black bears.

Why the moon is trending
in a different manner. I was livid
tonight not to see any honeymooners.

People are insensitive to things. In a way they are with the evil doers. Consequently those who can guide are also disappointed to see the innocent not being able to enjoy even important things.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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