He kills interest and beauty of the contest
But when a reader misinterpret a poem
He kills it alive as well as the poet..
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I am
of so manypoems and songsfull of love as in factthere is none a bit of” take”can make you hate so much asdeep as a bit of ‘’give” can makeyou rise high in love, disrespects are notallowed till it falls out as much as respectdemands before fall in it as we can beso much unfaithful as…
All your sins turn into a sun
And replace it with ‘’U’’And by the light it generatesBurns out your angerThe biggest problem in lifeInto a basket of ash.
Perhaps a seed was dropped by a bird
That was long ago and all had forgottenBut the seed knew it would tear apartFirst its own hard shell then the stoneAnd see the world when it sprouts out;Passionately it was waiting for a seasonWhen the days would bring drops of rainAnd a wild breeze blow from the southA pack of rays fall on its…
When the burden of life is
as the rainto the cloudand you are so tuckered outthat you can’t bearany morethe weight and pressureyour legs are deadyou feel burned outand out of coldnessyou condense and freezethough you try hardto concealbut the wind knows alland tellsdifferent storieswith hundred photographsreal and genuinethrough yourbeautiful and bright eyesonly a true friend knowshow to readand what goes…
Tip toe time comes and whispers to my ears
And the air is cold and dryLike cotton cloud I promptly stand upInch by inch I move to the lureAt the door, open and wide, the bait is laid bareI silently come and gobble it upBut a clamp secretly kept somewhereSuddenly springs up and the way out is closed tight foreverThough I become a little…
Thoughts
They allDanceSingAnd make noiseBeing irritatedYou catch and scold onlyLoneliness.