The Candle Flickers in Storm

The grief was intense
in individualization. I walked on
the singed coals due to rain brutality.

Someone comes from
your back after touching Buddha
in sleep. I did it again. Killed my poem.

A speculation. I am
alone. Who lives for others? A toeless
ghost laughs, but walks very fast.

Man has to live in and with society. Buddha stands for society. But one finds it difficult to live for others.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003