in the silence of the house
come and be my guest
tell us your story
make us laugh
infect us with the virus
of your happy moments
when you were gone away
we have mourned enough
cheer us now
with your presence
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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