YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Take an Acid Bath
Age was selling the
home. O god unravel my pains.
A limited hand drops the curtsey.
Carrying the bier of
past, keep the fear at bay. Lifelong
the love will ask the death to wait.
Why do you go for sale?
The richness of truth was not sufficient?
The uncertainty will teach you one day.
Age was selling the
home. O god unravel my pains.
A limited hand drops the curtsey.
Carrying the bier of
past, keep the fear at bay. Lifelong
the love will ask the death to wait.
Why do you go for sale?
The richness of truth was not sufficient?
The uncertainty will teach you one day.
Body, the home of soul, gets liquidated with age. Past is an invisible luggage we carry. Love for life keeps death away. Good in this life makes it worthy of living.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur
, Nellore, AP, 524003
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Aug 23, 2023