YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Mirror of Big Lies

I start with one
word, to become an autistic. No
gifts to spoil you. You have come down.

Ignorance was the teacher.
No path comes from history.
No need to agree with the god.

Want to live in water.
Want to kiss one's own death.
Nightingale rejects the small tree.

Ignorants who do not learn from history do not listen even to god. They are bent upon activities that destroy themselves.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP
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