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 orgasm 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.
Copyright © Shivaji Pandhare | Year Posted 2016
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