oh she was miserable
she is always crying
her handkerchief is dirty
with her tears
and make up
i told her there is no reason to panic
everything here
is temporary
i assured her
her woes are much milder than the woes of those
who are here
and listening to her
and i let the other four who were with us
speak about their mess
they tell their own sad stories
how they escaped from hell
and then Dadi starts to smile
her handkerchief is dry
and she leaves us with a happy heart
to comfort her
we have to concoct miseries much
greater than hers
and then we start all over again
back to chapter 1
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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