welcome to my world
enter the gate and
walk upon its pathway
enter the veranda and
have time with the
swing,but beyond this
door that bears my name
you shall not enter
this is my world now
of thick walls with
so much pleasure that
has numbed all my senses
and you may not like it
and so
i beg of you
understand when i tell you
that you cannot enter
this.
This world is mine alone.
I have taken all the risks.
Soon i shall die here
without honor.
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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