Dragging my Load

Killing myself,
creating a new man, breath
by breath without birth.

Ash smeared on your
forehead, you move towards setting
sun. Flames write your message-

On the chest of the dead.
There will be no past, no future
in the dust of fallen warriors.

Man may forsake his ideals for his desires, family and his society. As you age you become a devotee. When one dies time stops.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP