No Troubles

Something remains unsaid.
Again my pain rises. My virgin
thoughts move. A moo exits me.

Predators were coming soon.
The distance between stars was increasing.
I stop looking in the mirror.

I ask you to bend
the curves. I want to walk straight
to watch the rebirth of love.

Unable to say what we think or feel about things. When we cease to look at our own selves in the mirror we see the world. Walking straight without bending over issues is the thing to be done.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003