last night
the rain
was gentle enough
to create a certain
rhythm of poetry
on the roof
down to the
canal
till it reaches the
river
the sea that finally
tells the story
to the moon.
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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