we always feel regret for those which are too near
our hands
and yet till our death
we have never for once
touched
perhaps the price to pay
must be greater
and we know we cannot afford
such a lovely
misfortune.
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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