Art of Life
Home makers like the sun , I salute
Who helps me clean more or less that I can’t
giving me hand.
love lies in this needy trust
After all,I reside in my needs
than in my own home.
I survive better with these relationships
than with the provided facilities that
can't help me facilitate my self.
Life is a story of relationships
A story of survival
It is a song of selfish passions,
made possible through these
stories of relationships.
The wind , cooler than air conditioners
full of life ,make waves move through my veins.
The sun,air,water and earth and character
make survival sufficient
yet sufficiently sustaining is the greatest work.
These friends ,beyond sexuality
are not normal
and keep their own uniqueness in function.
I would rather see my own wrath
than co-operate in the corporate systems of
apathy.
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