YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Our Resistance

Before you fall, the
ascent comes first. The glory moves.
the world. But the chilled midriff collapses.

Time will never be your
servant. You pretend to be intimidated
and you take revenge. I become your god.

Between you and me
there was no pause. I pay my debt to you
daily. There was no other colosseum.

Rise and Fall are cyclic. One who has control over his actions and completes his tasks in time wins. This struggle is everlasting.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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