the measure of man's worth now
is not his face value
not his hectares of rice land
not his family name
it is his money in the bank
not even his integrity
not even the ugliness of his face
not even the horrors he sowed
can defeat that.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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