YOUR SPACE

Poetry
The Soil Accepts

Time speaks, I am
not sure, you have crossed many rivers.
It was the last as an axiom.

A zero can go to
infinity. The demons will come again.
Bells will toll loudly. You kill and make history.

Pray for any religious
ism. I remain in concern to save
humanity. The cheetahs have come.

Man gains experiences in course of time. Still some crudity in him remains. Being human is a constant goal.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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