The man talks wild
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i am not a tree, backward
the poor people in groupscome under me to take sheltertogether to fightthe insult of the richracism of the supremacistcasteism of the casteist.I am not a tree, weakNor I make anyone feebleRather all the neglected peopleCome together in groupsTo make nestOn my spirited branchesTo pass rest of their lifeIn heavenly peace.
Oceans are deep and wide
And they never show their prideThe sky is high and vastStill she casts her glance upon us fastHills are high and bigThey never belittle us or even a twigThe sun and the moon you seeThey never tired; they give us light with gleeWaters flow winds blowSometimes quick sometimes slowIn the sky little stars glowOh! Human,…
I am desperately searching an image
To make you understandInside of me which runs wildI close my eyesSwitch on the power of imaginationBut no image I getThe wish I hold for youNeither have I got any objectTo compare my delightWhen I seeYour hanging portraitThings go abstractNo vehicle, no tenor I getTo say somethingOn beauty you posses.
I am a mother of four children
At ease when I am at homeShe comes at my door and asksHow is your work?In the morning before I get upShe brings a dreamAfter disturbing my sound sleepWith a tired voice she asksHow are you doing?When I should remain awakeAnd do my job sincerelyShe crawls into my work and asksHow is your home?With my…
(Stream of consciousness poetry)
And doodlingI see a hyacinthFloating in theRiverUnder groundSecretlyConnectedFive continentsNo shore or bankAt far distant longNo hope no dreamsNo freedom no wingsOnly water and currentSome peculiarWater animalsAnd Aquatic plantsSome sharks,Some poisonous snakes.Enough salt toDecompose you aliveNo cure no careFull of crueltyAnd tortureIt is round aboutNo destination eitherWhat a trick!What a trap!Life is a biggerIron cageNaturalAutomaticSpontaneousMore frustrationCreeps…
The same ball of fire
With the same flameWith the fragranceOf firmamentSweet and delicateOf the same dawnIn the transparentMoment of my journeyI feel tiredLike the morning dogA weightPressing me downFeel sleepyOver the vast spacePull and pushA tug of warAs witness the wavesBy the cat walk of the moonThe effect of the strikeOf the high tidesVisibleAt the surfaceThe causesOf the over…