YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Half-done

How dumb you are to
like another god who has not
even appeared. Gossip of unseen begins.

I commit, die in the
hands of my love. You move a theme
to declare that an immortal was dead.

You don't look at what
you are in the company of believers.
Suddenly the truth becomes a lie.

God is real for all believers. For the seekers God is immortal. People follow the seers who realized God. But imposters create doubts on
the very existence of God.

 

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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