YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Thinking Great

Nothing was left to talk.
It preaches violence. An illumination
plays fascism. I freak out.

We look at each other
uncovering the truth. Every man
wants to live at the cost of others.

A brief smile, small
tears can open heart. Do you think
we can cross the snakes?
If we do not live at the cost of others the world would be another heaven.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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