Clumsiness

Words are clumsy

We create forests with it

And named them poetry

Like a poultry its too wordy

Too colorful, too loud

That  deafen our conscious

Blunt our sensuality

Its to heavy to have an essence

Its alienated us out of alienation

Likewise imagination upon imagination

Dream out of dream

Free yourself before you

Write down a poetry.

 

 

 

10th May, 2016

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