Your Depth of Being

The sun is fading.
I have lost my footprints in the jungle.
The thorns will show me the path.

The Venus of my
poems wakes. The assisted pain.
comes to meet a yogi. The soul cries.

Here is my revenge.
Smoldering on the arguments.
The magnificent memories are buried.

Life is coming to a close. My experiences are of no avail. The path ahead is thorny. My love emerges as pain in spite of my equanimity. I try to bury all the arguments burning within.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003