YOUR SPACE

Poetry
I Will Think Again

You are my sea god.
And I want to sink today. Yerba Santa.
My memory is coming again.

The mysticism drops.
Suffering repeats every day.
Truth walks uncovered in bright sun.

Impasse, you were the
first human to undress before the
lion to become a Proteus.

Myths support a belief system. When they are blown suffering is the consequence. It is like being without protection for all kinds of infections.  

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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