Why I born and born as a human
I do all the things a human being does
In one chamber I have love
In another anger in my heart
Yet they doubt I never did become
As all these qualities are neither good enough
Nor give any guaranty to qualify one
To become Homo sapiens
I give a damn and never bother
What to do and how to be one like them
Neither have I any grudge against any one
As I have collections of two boxes, full
In one the love of you and my poetry
In another my world of strength.
Attacked by few petty moralists;I will teach them a bitter lesionIt may take considerable timeYet I will take sweet revengeWith every bit of my ignorance;My poem is not as popular asVulgarity, obscenity and profanityYet I wonder if I do not eat grassThen who are they, the moralistsSecretly make porn world famous;It will take time to…
For women they themselves could not better organizeDue to their being feeble and weakYet they could play their immense importanceIf they know how they are deprivedAnd snatch away their independenceWoman I am notYet I love to fight their rightsAs I know how they are suppressed all over the worldThey are used and misused in every…
For being friend for those who could notPlay clown in films or TVOr did not have ill gotten moneyTo screw up the ad agencies of the virtual worldBut here I see who goes to poetry festivalOr do politics you make them a higher poetWith selling and buyingAfter getting few extra bucksYou bribe them all with…
As the border to cross over to another landBut let me tell you I was a green grasshopper whoUsed to Love more the evening-starWith the piece of tinsel on her foreheadThan the pointed vermilion above the noseOf the east-sky at early dawnAnd I never gave any response to any beckonOf the red roses bloomed on…
And you are too sorryto see that man, womanand children are slaughteredyou might have debatedhow to ban how to preventthis monster war, but to yoursurprise to know that it will neveras long as the greed, as long as the desireto be hegemonic, are there, to your wonderto be aware that there is a war too…
But I like to read booksSo when I was once reading‘’Some one is waiting for me’’Surprisingly I was delighted too muchBut it turned immediatelyOut to be not trueAs I was held the bookUp side downActually it was me whoWas waiting for some oneAnd I feared that the personwould never turned upand very soonAnd it became…
