YOUR SPACE

Poetry
O Sky, You were Right

Walking in a storm.
to forfeit my song. There was
emptiness and heart pain.

Was this a collective
sacrifice? Everything is turned.
No miraculous escape from the end.

Sun was becoming
weak. The war has a special thesis.
Only violence will bring peace.

War appears unending. There is more violence to end violence. Tension appears to the present face of peace.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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