I get him easily but not in single
But in two different personalities
The wise man I found
In a place, secluded
Coiled up like an isolated insect
For the reason that he takes decision
Of his own as a wise man does.
But he is surely an ignorant who develops the art
To listen and take decision
Simply on the basis of majority opinion
Is a mass leader
And sent to work
To make our fate in the parliament
for the flowersthe fig tree will bloombut night after nightI am deceivedI am given nothingMy only faultI am too much indulgentWith cheater hope
any thing cruellerthan silence and indifferencesilence is the sharp weaponcuts the throat of truthsatiates both cowards and sadistsindifference is the wealthin abundance for enjoymentsfor the nerd and dead
And move in a shape called circleYet I would have started taking it as an absolute entityBut alas! There is an existence, too, of a shape which refuses to takeIts description like the way you give to a shape called roundNullifying my attempt to take the shape ‘’circle ‘’as a beginning unitTo weigh and measure…
But I would call himA beggar whoGives a littleAnd takes away allGets the dirt cleanedMakes all the dots turnFrom black to whiteAfter using as an intercessorLeaves us to feelWe are all treatedUsed or misusedEither as a napkin or tool
Who knows EnglishIs the bestI am fluent in EnglishBut intonation is rubbishSo I leave the jobOf awkward commentaryI start to writeThough grammar is correctCollocation comes in my wayI stop altogether composingAwful documentaryCollocation and intonationI send them bothTo the burning stationWhen I become a poetCoining of new epithetsOverused epithetsThe wrinkle faceCliché phrasesWife of an old ageCoinage…
He pushes up his levelAnd becomes intelligentA man when he does not realizeHow much he does not knowHe is really a fool.
