No Notches Left

Who wants to die poor
near the sufferings? You were wounded by
unknown power. How much was true?

No desire to make a
new world. It was unbecoming. No
time to think about yourself.

Tonight you will lose
yourself. O venomous snake. Ending was
unending. A poison enters and a poem screams.

Not attempting to progress, thinking that that is the position ordained to him, is not right. Poets and intellectuals should inspire people not to be chained by certain beliefs.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003