Birth Of A Poem
Last night, i saw a poem lay down beside the dustbin.
Lay down beside a dog, wast product, beside the used napkine.
The poem don't know his identity.
Who is his creator?
When i reach at the landmark.
I see on my back.
Everybody take love from me.
I want to walk on this road again.
A Day Dreamer God
Let their be light.
How much light reach here?
Don't ask it.
God is busy now, with his dream.
Some man are like the sun.
They want to start a new day by removing darkness.
History of change,
The world history.
Few bullet stopped your voice.
The line of poem was born from this silentness.
Make a poem,
Immortal with revolution.
Life In Newspaper
Some life stop their life on newspaper.
some life loss their life on newspaper.
loss their life like a photograph.
Loss their life in a column of newspaper.