when failures
fall down
they decide not to rise
from the place of
their perdition
from where i fall
hardly surviving
on hands grappling
and breaths grasping
they simply sit there
silently
looking for
more of their kin and kind
like some kind of
bus passengers waiting
for their trip
to nowhere
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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