inside the car one rainy day
one sees the scattering of people
who do not have any and
as tears fall on your cheek thinking
that you are miserable
you finally wipe them and look
at those other miseries of
children pushing carts to
hide their wares of drivers looking
for money of women disappointed for
loss of customers tonight
this damn rainy day that finally
gives you the comfort that
at least despite all your
self-invented sorrows your
own chaos you are still one
God damn lucky guy
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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