YOUR SPACE

Poetry
There was a Sad Valley

The survival of your
skin was important. I have nothing
to say. As you are. Revolution will tell.

In my defeat, I have
won. No mercy, no help. All this is
not mine. I discovered an event.

Finding my muse, my melting
passion, a god. My regret haunts me.
People who were dead started speaking.

Man naturally seeks safety. But at the same time raising voice against evil is also necessary for our survival.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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