Curry of bricks and stones and the story of overdosed happy new year

In the alley

There will be a feast of curry

Hence, the utensil has been brimmed

With bricks and stones!

They spill with the rhythm of sad idiotic blues

My guitar get hearts again and again…

However it can screams without getting hoarse

Nonetheless, seeing this, the monsters still stand gradually

In the passion of touching the supple cool sky.

And all the strays have already been displaced

All the tawny and blue birds too….

Seeing these, the master who got used to with the open sky

And put it into her eyes as spectacle!!

For what reason he had to got down from the stair with the buch of young goats?

He shouldn’t be a scapegoat for this petty reason

While the unloved young bird hums throughout the plane unconsciously!!

And implies the words that can explained as

We don’t throb, so as to world

But only the homo sapiens!

Homogeneous!

And refers that the world is only for the beu-cowards

or for the devil in disguise!

 

14th April, 2016

 

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