YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Where was the Time?

The phobia of an
effigy won't flinch any predatory,
like a secret of black hole.

Contemporary heart
always deals with sufferings. In charity
you are giving away all your melting wares.

From one funeral to
another puddles come between.
I want to go counting the years.

Man does not fear doing wrong these days. He has become insensitive to the suffering of others. He thinks that by giving charity all his sins will be washed away. Life has become a count of years and nothing more.  

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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