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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For how long and for how many times
Tell them their labour will be in vainAs after being unconsciousI suffer no painI know they still can go furtherBut it does not worry meFor the fact that if I dieThe matter is finishedIf I do notWhat should I worry in life?In fighting battlesOf injustice and falsehoodOr to revolt against a war thrust uponOr to…
To judge a piece poetry
And difficult tooHere are some criteriaMy muse has given meAfter reading the poemAsk yourself some questionsHave you or any one else ever thoughtThe idea the poem contains before?That would give rise the check of originalityCould you write an alternativeVersion without plagiarism?With the level of difficultyHow hard or how easy you faceIn producing of the same…
To make my life beautiful
One of them is searching a touch stoneIn life whether I will get it or notTill date I am not sureBut I am telling you one thingLife is losing its beautyAnd I remain no younger any more
No connection I find between earthquake and rain
At a restaurant I took a plate of fried riceAnd two pieces of boneless fishAnd rubbed my little cheeks against cheeksAnd kissed the pod- lips of white liesBut I wonder what is that to herI did not do anything against herAnd kept myself aloof to save my skin and avoid her bitter tasteI took shelter…
Secretly once I met Jesus in a place
And wind did not blowIn a voce sotto I invited himTo visit this place second timeWhere souls are deadAnd dead men are walking.And I apologizedOn behalf of the race of manFor the injustice inflicted upon him 1st timeGave him an assurance tooLet not anything happen to himBut he says, I am too frightenedTo descend after…
Oh my darling dream
And become true?She smiles and says;‘‘If I come down I loseThe very meaningFor which I meantThe pleasure in sorrowAnd joy in despair;I’ll never come to dieWith colorful wingsI want to fly;I’ll remain thereA fairy tale to tell for ever”