water on our toes
we look down the minutest detail
of this
wandering
moss and pebbles
sand and
foams
and clouds and
winds
up there
we shall not be shut
like night
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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