Suryaputra

Suryaputra – poem 17-2-2016 This nation needs always issue and forgetting Empty belly keeps tissue paper Sanity goes void and in vain osteracized to become beggar Nobody comes then in whole life to touch your heart. But listen with pathos your melancholy melody. Who are poors by torn wallets and no blood in vein To rebel and dares not to die they talks banters for revolution This mentally castrated progeny of high breed lives faceless In darkness everytime waiting in hope Suryaputra would born one day this assumption of gavatar Running for belly with speed of dhum All true path of searching self existence blocked And wrong illusions grimacing for happiness His thirsty throat screams inside for love And chases it for failure that way never reaches to immortality Infinit of pointalism ink drops And thousand faces whirls before in moment that never catchable Or hunt to victimize In dream in seclusion he swaying without angel Or wander in alley of bitches for cheap ****** then how Could he die like martyer in this nation? Like common man with various names labelized by others Lives in safe sophisticated life Forgetting his own identity crisis for god’s sake He quotes - Don’t pedagogue us We will ready to wait till doomsday to change all this with snail pace. Thanks for your honest honest feedback for deserted poet of dying thirst.