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Absurdity
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Satish Verma We always searched for the center,
the dark hole of a naked mind.
World moved in concentric rings,
like onion peels.
I scream at myself,
on the absurdity of finding,
A truth which had expired.
If the trees could talk in end,
and bail out
the saint of fallen apes
I will start measuring,
the deafness of a storm,
its eyes squinting
and whose deep genitalia,
had delivered a still birth.
Why should we mourn
for the unfolding disaster?
The loneliness and despair,
are not the big themes.
And no body cares to listen,
to the ripped confessions.
A purple patch appears on the green heart.
"...bail out/the saint of
"...bail out/the saint of fallen apes..." if the tree is a rood and the bail out redemption and humanity then absurdities abound. :D slc
Great powerful poem I feel
Great powerful poem I feel the middle stanza could be left out and it would still be as powerful! Fantastic write! Of course I expect nothing less from you x hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."