NEVER, that’s when!
Fixin’s a waitin’
The summer begin?
The votin’ that’s been?
The sausage cooked in?
The fooling and drooling,
Where Truth’s never been?
The one thing that’s Certain,
We fools never win.
NEVER, that’s when!
Fixin’s a waitin’
The summer begin?
The votin’ that’s been?
The sausage cooked in?
The fooling and drooling,
Where Truth’s never been?
The one thing that’s Certain,
We fools never win.
Solitary SolitudeAlmost as ifOne were None,In a monochromaticBubble,World invisibility,Where silence isNormalWhere, Time isHostilityAnd nothing’s newUnder the Sun…
Navigating in the fog,Of loveless planets, cold,Searching in the cratered Moon,For poems young and old,Searching for a kindred Soul,A story yet untold.
About our inner sentiments,Yet they are there,Coming from where?Sometimes so sad,Sometimes, God sent,But always ours,As temperament.
Nor does it flower,Just at a bid.
Try to analyze everythingAnd finally, we walk awayNot knowing anything,Theory and MysteryRemain,Our only tree of knowledge.
For which, You only hold the keyWhen you are writing poetry.