there is a time
and i know it has dawned upon you
late that night
that you do not want any pore of your skin
or tip of your hair
for another scrutinizing
scan
cancer is just a cell
that screams and goes berserk
runs amok
in those complacent organs
soon it will be a time-bomb that explodes
and kills everyone there
you are prepared i know
and there is nothing to worry
cancer is your paid ticket to another trip
this time the place will be exciting
exotic
or quixotic
possibly since everyone goes there anyway
and those who left earlier
so far no one came back to report upon
that journey
look for a travelogue
there are no notes
enjoy the trip
grab the ticket
it is free
the flight is certain
nothing canceled
nothing rerouted
but this time there are no duty free stores around
you are alone
(perhaps still scared) and you look at the board
there is no fixed time yet
oh yes, the doctor will tell
not the travel agent of yours
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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