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any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Saturday, 25 July 2015
This Poem Is.......
I
This poem has abyss eyes
Of the blistering souls
Who live on burnt landscape of suicide*
Yet dreaming of the sky to melt into blue
water
And douse the hunger-flame in each gut
This poem is a groan
II
This poem pulls each groan to unite
Against the hot powdery earth
And birth deep ponds, trap rains, heed to
BAIF
Whose labor of love would give magic yearns
To weave dreams of higher life
This poem is a battle-cry
III
This poem shows how magic was wrought
How soil’s wrath mellowed into green dreams
How drought’s vengeance was on the back foot
How prosperity embraced one and all
How every atom danced to the rhythm of life
This poem is a victory
IV
This poem is a groan of despaired souls
This poem is their united battle-cry
This poem is the magical victory of Man
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