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Poisonous Noise
He sat facing the tip of His country
On the Sea Rock on which now is a Temple
Mind bloomed with thoughts That Great Man!
His Mentor,teacher,friend,philosopher and guide
Incarnation of The Almighty--immense knowledge
Never proud,never vain.. He sat at the Ocean's edge
The Old Decayed bricks of my weary soul
I thought deeply,tried hard to guess my own goal
I gazed up at the clear blue winter sky
Did I see some shiny white larks fly by?
I heard the sounds of the TV,the blaring of horns
I was stressed,wound-up with Modern Day Thorns
The soft Ocean Breeze sprayed me with mist
Why did we inherit the think-can-why does it twist?
We left the open skies, the lush-green woods
Modern Men are poisonous -snakes with invisible hoods
They care for none save themselves,money and fame
Much noise pollution all around--really a shame!
©bishu
Beautiful tribute, Bishu. I
Beautiful tribute, Bishu. I enjoyed.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you for reading daylight1220
Thank you for reading daylight1220...... But again I'm sorry to say we have forgotten ..................................
©bishu