we sow seeds
but we never come back
for the future fruits,
that is not the reason
for our sowing
we sow the seeds
as we travel along
the paths of our pains
we may have sown
the confusion and those
that follow us always wonder
where we are heeding
we are heeding to a place
we have never been to
so how can we ever know
oh, we too follow
the beatings of our heart
as we fall part by part
as we keep on the start
always carrying that dart
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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