What Else was Agony

It was a difficult
hunt for truth, when life stabs,
sun sets and moon comes out.

Can you talk to the
breaking mirror, why the stranger
goes to plums to swipe off the tears.

Stroking the pen, I
write about the hell, how to find the punished
angel for stealing my happiness.

Treading on the path of truth is difficult. But going away from it  makes life more difficult.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003