YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Sitting on Hive

Water and flares were
walking together. Who survives to
ask the god to give justice?

The deep well of
our pain, shuts and opens. I don't want
to collect the knowledge. It kills.

Love is not yours.
No light helps. It burns the core
of the heart. I have discovered my path.

Knowledge kills ignorance which may lead to pain. Love too may cause pain.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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