Not Afraid to Be an Outcast

You suffer, nothing
comes to your mind. Like you are fondling
your wounds lying in a tomb.

I will not steal your
face after the disaster of losing faith
in the religion of power.

I will not stop kissing
the red flames of bargain. The tears
will decide, no mausoleum will be made.

Discrimination makes one restless.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP