winding rivers
like snake enclosing
an island
we tread upon the path
of the cow
on this dry season
we sweat
we lay our bodies
beside the water
the water moves on and on....
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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