YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Blue Drinks

Moon reacts when I
hold your hand for a secret pass.
My eyes were always wet.

Pain, tremors, amnesia.
The World was changing very fast.
I will beg for your rebirth.

Money was a brilliant
idea to play in the future. But I was
a loser by betting on me.

Soft feelings like love have been disappearing from our world fast. Only pain is seen and felt all around in the fast changing world. There is a longing for going back in time. Everyone does things at the cost of his life. In such a world soft people are considered losers though the real losers are those whose hearts ceased to respond to more important things in life.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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