mama lydia
is in the midst of
her personal turmoil
i know how to
make her cope up with it.
if she says do not
mind her, just do the opposite
exactly, yes exactly,
put the egg sunny side up
she always takes it
with all grace.
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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