today the sun is furious
it brought some needles
pricking my skin
somehow it is telling
me something
this global warming thing
is true
something worst will
come when the
sun shall bring
the bomb.
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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