If you want to know mine
Then go to market
Or to a house of a farmer
And think that I am a watermelon
Or a water melon exactly looks like me
White green from outside
Take it up in your hand
And split it with your old corn knife
Lift its heart
It is real red, soft and juicy
Oozing and trickling
Waiting for your response
and let me remind you
it is not of a watermelon
but mine for you.
Sitting with unfortunates makes you humbleSitting with ignorant makes you more puzzleSitting with traitors can make you traitors tooAlong whom do you sit with, it is up to you!
Read a lot of booksOn the life ofA stair caseBut when I move upYou step downWhen I step upYou move downThe twist of fate,At a point of timeWe never reachThe meeting pointThe blissful touch of loveAnd the soft kiss of peaceWe catchthe stagesone by oneafter we both left,We drift away …The source of conflictThe cause…
With hundred bendsOn each of itStands a beautiful fairyTo tell you the secretsTo reach from one to anotherUntil there is no roadAt the end of itYou meet a boat manTo cross you overTo a nether landTotally mysteriousAnd unknown
And I want to become a holy ghostWhom the people would like the most.Like the retreating soldiers I like to come backTo my own permanent and eternal homeYou may call it a suicide or martyrdom.In my real home I see the newsComing from the lipstick coated lipsIn the television of my molten deathPeople are sobbing…
in black and whiteand gold is always yellow
to explain but some understoodbefore shooting, some will never,though they are loud and clearThose who do not understandThey can never be your friendBut there are few peopleThough they do not move aroundCan be your near and dearEven if they are from far way landAnd I wish to place myself as oneIf you are ready to…
