life's hard he sayshe is weary
and wants to die
when he sleeps sometimes
he looks at the lines of his palms
for answers
and then he closes his eyes
as his fingers hang freely beyond
the edge of his bed
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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