YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Make my Path
Hiding the thoughts
in mind space. Will not come
near the heart. I am often lonely.
Were you a volcano?
Will you cry now? Antiquity
plays a role. I won't see the lava.
This was hypocrisy
in the soundless night. We are listening
variant songs. Who was coming without foot falls.
in mind space. Will not come
near the heart. I am often lonely.
Were you a volcano?
Will you cry now? Antiquity
plays a role. I won't see the lava.
This was hypocrisy
in the soundless night. We are listening
variant songs. Who was coming without foot falls.
Dichotomy between heard and mind is a problem of modern times.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur
, Nellore, AP
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Nov 07, 2024