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!
And refers that the world is only for the beu-cowards
or for the devil in disguise!
14th April, 2016