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January 8, 2021

Poem : Zoonosis

It may be a mystery for medical science It may be a mockery of the harmonious nature It may be a mundane mist of a mundane retard It is never a sign of a selfish survival instinct It is just the design of a degenerate tribe It is just a leap of leech and larvae […]

Posted in Elegy, FreeVerse, Monologue, Poetry. Tagged Anima, Myth, Nature, NaturePoetry, Science, Society, Warp. Leave a comment
April 26, 2019

Poem : Monkey’s Chess

It is his game He and his cohorts He and his pawns It is a pure monkey chess Not the one we play crisp and cross Not the one we play with snake and ladder Not the one we play with bows and arrows Not the one we play with black and white In the […]

Posted in FreeVerse. Tagged Anima, Colors, ConjugalPoetry, Games, Hunters, Nature, Sky, WarPoetry. Leave a comment
April 22, 2019April 22, 2019

Poem : Morning Spells of a Worker Bee

Around three AM, he is awakeUphill, upon a solitaire gameLoving the heat of his sweatThe distance whispers of his honey queenThe nearness of the morning howlsThe mistakes and lazy gaze at the paining fingerThe smiling mirror in his fuming eyesThe smiling lips in his coupled mirrorsThe worker bee is dividing his bloodOne for his sweat […]

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