A World Which Is Too Busy
i will forget the rhymeand miss the rhythm, i am on a rush
looking for an ambulance
to save this dying poetry
from a world which is too busy
to just even mind
and read.
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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