on a moonlit night
the shadows of the coconut trees
and the grasses
and the hut come to my mind
again
and i exclaim
how beautiful are these simple things
above them
purple clouds like a cape
beside a pearl moon
above it
a tiny star like
diamond
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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