YOUR SPACE

Poetry
I Will Go Back

The water drinks you
slowly in exile. Your land is thirsty.
I carry my pain behind my heart.

The memory remembers only
the burials. You cannot forget your
image. Time kills the lips.

I am always conscious. Questions
bite. Why you need self-deception? Ultimately
you get your answer in the dust.

Water, a source of life, was available in plenty and is going to be scarce in future. In spite of warnings by experts people are unmindful of the disaster ahead..

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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