never shall it be a part of me
it is not inside a box
in fact it is visible to me
so open so beautiful
but never shall it ever be
a part of me
concealed inside my heart
this secret intimate love
that i only know
not even the gods who
sowed the seeds of
true love
in the furrowed field of
humanity's indifference
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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