many times
you refuse me entry
many times shall
i attempt
until you give in
to my prayer
there is no stone
bread for constancy
of dripping water
the irritant sometimes
wins
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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