Before Sleeping Pills

Sleepless you pine for the
afterlife before dying for a cause,
the generosity of our times.

A beauty was collecting
pine needles to stitch a heart, broken
by waywards of rituals.

Don't belittle the love.
About the author I don't know, when
he was born with liquified poems.

One prepares oneself to be remembered after death. Beauty in life is missed by giving importance to insignificant rituals.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003