Theme: Destiny

No, I Won't

Depressed mount of sun
and feeble supporting lines
Will I die unknown -
left rotting in the sand
and wind oozing foul smell?

I don't want the sun
to miss my light and blame
the night for writing
the fate with wintry fingers
licking the legs of scarecrow

They can't close their eyes
to the images I brew
for burying secrets
against a dusty mirror
against God's hidden errors


More By  : Prof. Dr. Ram Krishna Singh

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