YOUR SPACE

Poetry
The Mannequins Sing

A midnight break.
The burning door. Manslaughting
begins. Dehumanizing. Terra firma cries.

A new fall. Moon is
fading rains tears. An unborn
god dies. Somewhere you are caged.

Night terrors. A lilly shuts
the eyes. The blind iris starts searching
Buddha in the garden of the love.
In the midst of destruction only love saves the world.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP
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