YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Moods Killed

Wound sounds are deepening.
It should not be given any name.
I want to know who guides the dagger?

The troubled equations
will break daily. Religion turns black.
The cultivation wears masks..

How do I tell you. Life
was not treating the ruins
of love, when you look at the moon.

Present world is not kind to soft feelings like love. But it is difficult to point out who particularly is responsible for this. No system like religion is able to control this.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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