//Words//

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    //Words//

    Bubble up and vanished
    Informing a distorted image.
    Can I translate my self in to words?
    Can I symbolize me
    for some silly streaks and circles of geometry?

    At a low ebb
    Squatted on another’s ego
    People talk of disbeliefs
    And God
    or what so ever
    Squabble on the soul as an essence.

    Once I saw a man standing with a cell phone
    Chanting slokas
    To breath life to a snake bitten poisoned
    Ages have been paid to purchase
    the meanings of a life
    from a grocery shop.

    Life is a bigger game played by
    Silent workers.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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