Life at Stake

You don't know, something was
left behind to say a lot. My poems
will not reach any end,

Do not come down from
your golden stand. Life will ask many
strange questions at one go.

The vampires will wait.
You will not throw your bones.
It was a dream to kill, to kill.

Poems which are within the reach of common people will fulfil the purpose of the poet. Poems above their heads serve no purpose.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003