YOUR SPACE

Poetry
No Cause

Today I wept. It was
not my pain. Was it a right to murder?
If you were me, would you stand on the pyre?

Unequivocal, someone
commits suicide. The swaying body
tells the history of home.

Vultures are sitting in
a group. Why one has died because
of the debt? God would pay off?

A sensitive mind feels pain at the happenings around whether they are related to his person or not.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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