Noiseless Footfalls

The question is, why
does one die? I catch the flying words.
Mortality takes care of the curtain. Drama ends.

The heart speaks, after
the clouds. Rainbow comes. The
edge sharpens for kindness.

The renegade wants to
come back after the war. Religion may
not agree. Where was the god?

It is inevitable for every living being to die. But one lives in the form of his worthy words. Good words sharpen one’s sensibilities that makes one kind. Those who use words badly may not find their way back.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003