when i have given everything inside myself,
the last breath even,
then i must stay, and once again this summer
like any other summers,
for another batch, i will say the same parting words,
"go on, without me"
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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