Monoliths

Moon hangs from
your eyes in black dreams.
Wolves run into the woods.

The human touch was
waning. I will follow the arc of
pain. Man becomes fish.

After the drill I ask to
dismantle all man made palaces.
It is time to worship rocks.

A call 'back to nature'

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003