On that buri mat
you
must catch
a live fish
much like
what is
inside my trouser
You do not have
to ask my permission
with much confusion
Hands
Akimbo
i shall learn the process
of sustaining
groans
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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