One Good, No Good To All.

But I found after so much search and hard workHuman being is the supremeWhom I belong to……..Then how I could do the deedsWhich can be done by the lower species.I have the great responsibility and dutyTo uplift the human dignityAs I belong to the same community.How could I believe in those ideasWhere my humanism is…

the poems which are written by themnever liked or have high opinionby one or the other, the reason is well knownone can not write like the other writesone can not see the same shapeof the cloud as the other seesno one loves the different styles of thoughtsexcept the styles of their ownif I could write…

like a tiny grain of sandand let them rot somewherein the nether worldIt’s a flying insult to a poetworking like an ounceof decomposing salton his rays of hope and flickering ambitionand a huge dishonour shownto the drops of sweatand red corpuscles of bloodwith which they are passionately writtenI answer when I am askedwhy I pin…

To the roads I chose to travelI bent one and twisted the otherWith these rough hands so badlyThat they died immediately without airWhen I was travelling as an adolescent,The next one I chose to travelwas straight and smoothwhen I was a grown up manbut out of wounds it died tooas it got too many pot…

Wriggle wiggle wahb wuhbCoccineous heart goes totter totWhen she flashes her smile on me ooh, ahZoom in zoom out she goes flip flopRondo round singing heart atrousTitter tattle neighbor hoodOozing boozingMy moodIn the heartCirculation of my bloodCreeping crawling my love and lustHer eyes hoop hop hair goes hush hashZounds round, ah! Slender hip zigzag cat…

on my foreheadpeckson my cheeksI got when I was a wind-bud of innocenceone by one the drops of rainblown awayby the bankrupt windthe full pantdrew a lot of curiosity and criticism: whenI was looking at the watchit laughed,the tide lashed out,now I find myself thrown outunder crook and clumsy seductive adolescence.Head downStraight paths turn into…