YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Have You My Blood?
Sitting alone, in the pain
I am eating a fallen fruit, like an old
memory. The tree helps the blindness.
Agony becomes the words in
war of attrition. Dopamine does not change
the religion, morphs into a lone star.
A dream throws you from
the immigrant moon. No land was
accepting him to stay in foreign place.
Sitting alone, in the pain
I am eating a fallen fruit, like an old
memory. The tree helps the blindness.
Agony becomes the words in
war of attrition. Dopamine does not change
the religion, morphs into a lone star.
A dream throws you from
the immigrant moon. No land was
accepting him to stay in foreign place.
References to the ‘original sin’ committed by Eve by eating the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge and the movement of Jews without a land of their own for centuries.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur
, Nellore, AP
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Nov 23, 2023