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We will float
Black, flying colors,No one is masterOf Time, DestinyOr DisasterBut at least we are freeTo chose whoWe will love,If ever weFind them,And also of howWe get lostIn life’s,Pitiless Jungle.
The sticks of politics are long,
No wonder Pinocchio’s nose,Is present at every Meeting.
Lotus floating,
Miniaturized, poem.
Just a passing rhyme,
If it weren’t for Imagination,Where would we be?The World’s not a pretty place,And neither are we.
No lies, no words, no slander
What is Not!Many try to beLike Salamander,Changing colors,CamouflagingBut, all fools,We are not!And hopefully,Sooner or laterIntelligent by standers,And decent good people,Will undo the evilGordian Knot.
To become really initiated,
But really authenticated,Poetry must be recited,Out Loud!For All it’s Intensity,And all it’s Immensity,It must be recited,Out Loud!