YOUR SPACE

Poetry
My Impeccable Questions

Dogs are dead.
Wolves are coming. God's anniversary.
You don't meet with me with dignity.

There was a face -off
between lightning and the Buddha tree.
Waiting for the Gautam to come again.

When will the vipers come?
I am indebted to the moon. Tonight
I will drink the hemlock to save you.

Tough time has become tougher. Buddhism could not survive the intellectual onslaught of Hinduism. To save the people of the world someone has to come and sacrifice his life to uplift the people.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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