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.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
unemployment
a line of people
waiting
anger is brewing
the patience
short of its last
breath
dignity diminished
humanity vanquished
on the veranda
of the exclusive house
men with coat and tie
toast over an expensive
glass wine some sparkling
inequity and soon
what they ask is
another revolution
a line of people
queuing for something
that you know we know
just asking not begging
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