boomerang a,
a boomerang.
what you throw
as tamed always
comes back to you
what you give
finds a home finally
to the hands that
give it
who you get is
what you deserve.
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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