i looked to the left side to see those
who were watching us
i was sitting on your lap as you focus on
the one taking the picture
it was 1967 when i was barely 5
i did not know then what was the significance
of the taking
i was crying for attention
and no one cared
childish they all complained
why i was there
disturbing the mood of their occasion
it was when school ends
when parting could have been cheerful
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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