I am too stupid says my mind
In this way with this fall
Nothing I am going to gain at all.
When I feel I am perfectly right
My heart says now I should fall in love
I am too wrong says my mind
With this move in this way
Nothing I am going to gain at all.
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I am deceived by it many timesOnce it had seated meOn a branch of a fig treeAnd waited me for longFor the flowersIt would bloomAnother day it had laid meOn a corner of a bedAnd waited me for longFor the milk of loveIt would bring from the butts of a henAt the endI had given…
i do not want my poems to go down
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 dishonor shownto the drops of sweatand red corpuscles of bloodwith which they are passionately writtenI answer when I am askedwhy I pin…
With an ailment I went to a doctor
But he prevented me to talkAnd taught me nothing, he wrote somethingTotally illegible, except ‘’Rx’’On the left side of the prescriptionAs if he did not know how to writeOr he did not want me to knowWhat was my disease and what’s its medicineOut of fear that his trade-secrets were revealedAll these provoked me to think…
They asked me to go
To see the beauty of dangerThe mighty of heightThe glory of widthSo that I may sing from the bottom soulOr may write from the depth of my understandingTheir suggestion is very welcomeBut very annoyed to reply them that in my heart i have a birdIt sings all the time from the top of a hillFor…
If I look up and walk I get stumble
So I look down always at my feetAnd continue the act of goingWhile I think how lucky and fortunate I amTo have a life that is better than many of menWithin my heart I express gratitudeAnd keep continue the thinkingOn love, life and about people, downtrodden;There must be a cause behind everythingRight wrong, good bad,…
My eyes are more precious
I realize this when I wasIn the valley of paradiseMoving in snail’s paceThinking how little I amNothing I have gotIn my lifeAnger was growingInsideSuddenly came a soundEchoing from the HimalayasThe mother of the highestMountain on earth‘’take away goldEqual to my EverestAnd in turn give meMe your eyes ‘’I become wiserAnd since then I never complainOnly…