Read at Radio Univers, UG.
Life is like a swim
And our blood makes the stream
And life sells seldom his mind
To the wise-fool it refined
When we have horror images
Of life in our crawling stages
With each hastening to its end
In it we have no uncommon friend
For life peeves our very emotion
And me like a dreadful sentinel
I dream if I'm God's son or Satan's angel
The latter has no passion
And if I'm dreamed to die tonight
I curse life for perching while i fight
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
1 comment:
I like ur lines. They look quite supreme and powerful. I like to read more of your poems. I see u like poems
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