In my life made a flood
Kissed my petals wetly
Been suffering long drought
Took my pistil in mouth
Made my world too high
Completely plucked me
Made me feel taste sweet
Pollinated my wish- bed
Uprooted from the roots
To dace down with your tune
Breaths were thick and heavy
While smashed my pod-lips
I knelt down to taste
But you pushed me down
To steal well stored honey
I fully bloomed after the game
Taught by the thirsty rain.
Flowers are dreams leaf is lifeWords are waste silence is loveAmong stars the moon is aboveStands over head with honey spoonBelow dancing the poverty croneNo morality no humanity, might is rightSome lives in luxury some in plightLove is wonder life is a miracleDestiny is mystery fate is riddleThe blood of the poor is sweeterThe same…
Against the winnerThe satanic part of it is thatIt brings a huge harm upon humanityBy killing people innocentLike the collateral damage in an open warSponsored by statesSTOP! ! STOP! ! ! I sayThe root cause of it is the sense of domination and superiorityI would be happy if there were such thingsAnd appeal them all…
A hard nut to crack when pressed upon between my jawsAnd refused to go down through my throatWhen I tried to swallow it as a plum wholeAnd behaved as if it is a bone of fishAnd stuck somewhere in my vocal cordSnatched my voice and made me dumbLike a volcano after being thrust from insideIt…
Release the end you holdWill hit the other like a rubber bandAs love’s two endsEnded, one in yoursAnd the other in your partner’s hand.
And all were wrong what I did to gratify my impulseAnd I understood this clearly when I was in autumnNow everything has fallen except my rootsAnd my roots were not loved by the spring girlsSo the damsels of spring cameAnd very scornfully moved away far offNow a thorn I amEven in the eyes of my…
But I do not because of the fact of their dyingI do feel sad when I see, they did not knowWhat life was! Though they became parentsBut never tasted love, so sorry is the state thatSome even did not know themselves let aloneTo know others, truth appeared to themSo bitter that they always kept telling…
