My Poesy
I'm in an 'I care a toss for you' world.
My words seem as though they are empuzzled.
Social, I say. Society, I say.
On policies, like a donkey, I bray.
Who hears? Who cares? Only my weak nib breaks.
What else do I gain except acute aches?
I do not stop yet. Do waves fail to break?
When it's essential, doesn't the earth quake?
Shouldn't tsunamis reset sea-foundations?
Shouldn't volcanoes bring land formations?
Conscience and consciousness should harmonize.
Each poem of mine should be a sunrise.
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