I did not know

Oh! Her touch a boon!

the big things small poets take onThe bigger is the poet smaller is the thingcharms magnificence tit bit and wonderHe writes on, the very common withmighty observation, gives a model figureon his speech: how daily the spoon stealshis dish, the rose in the heart with thornsmakes him bleed, delight hides behindviews just he needs to…

To in -script your words in their chest but I, though a creature too smallAnd insignificant, took the task to cut into the air from ether to theNether world out of ‘will’; readers may call it ‘ego’, however theyPumped in all into their lungs like a balloon does but alas! They couldnot feel, though they…

So I look down always at my feetAnd continue the act of goingWhile I think how lucky and fortunate I amTo have a life that is better than many of menWithin my heart I express gratitudeAnd keep continue the thinkingOn love, life and about people, downtrodden;There must be a cause behind everythingRight wrong, good bad,…

I take it as a laiWear it around my neckYou can spinMe upAnd push me downbut I am not ready for that this timeFor the fact thatI have given moreAnd you have notTaken lessAgain you canKnock me offOn the groundBut that’s would beYour last mistakeOh, my dear endurance

the wall of my heart, some are softand some are hard, soft are those stillI remember, hard ones are sent tofetch some soothing water your velvetysmell with that of the angel works likea balm on the wounds of the momentthrowing sadness to the salty ocean,the freshness of your departure burnsme like a missile, I hiccup…