YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Black Berries

Daily it was a war. Aftermath
there is death. I am evacuating one
by one my bones. Your thoughts begin a funeral.

Sophia, why do you need
an epitaph again. Life is very cruel.
Why to remember to receive the awards.

Who was a stupid
to build a new world? You keep on
teaching the stars that sun is going to die

Life is a war. One by one dies. There is no need to be an epitaph as life of all was the same. There is no purpose in creation as everything including the Sun ultimately gets destroyed.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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