In grief

All in good way, though.No word is wrongTo use.No friend is knownAnd nothing is thereTo be shown.I am to sayAbout youAbout the truthAnd nothing else.SimplyI absorbIn you.1Head or tailWhat do you want!But I want both.I want to see bothAt a time andAt the same time.All touchingAll picturesHere before usWith so many colours.Time is not under…

Nothing confidential,Nothing difficult to understand.Being the poet, I knowThe pleasing atmosphere,The blooming lotuses,Attractive bees and birds,Chirping and soft murmuring and all,Beautiful trees and forests,River, sand, water.Let me speak, dear friends,How I am at the centerAnd you are all my near and dear.

With laughing mirrorsWe need friendships.And we make differenceIn between stone and sky.And we forgetWe need somethingMore than the dreams.We think we are changelessWe think we are joblessAnd what we thinkWe are like that and weVerify ourselves.

I agree,Rat site’ as said byYyonne kellyI disagree.Let me add furtherReally about ‘way sucker’I am confused.Live and showDear poetsGood behaviour amicably.

Let us comeAnd takeThe sum andThe substance.No way toGo with time,No chance toDamage the life.But to touchThe main pointAnd just toSee the sun.

In which way you help meTo fill up my bellyIndependently?Your modus operendi,Please let me know.Have you done anythingFor the development of my mindAnd health?So far, I have seen nothingPositive and yetI have kept you thereBut you are vomiting only fire.