I CAN'T PRONOUNCE RIGHT NOW It is now hard to search a world To arrange the cards of my thoughts heartily for you Pillars of ego are tall now Collide with the heart very often Tumorlike they grow inside Puffing up vanity invariably with mind Damaging the density of eternity Brutish invaders are now in timeline An absurd form and aggressive stance rules over Impressing dirty words and cruel hearts they are marching ahead Beasts are wise now Collecting words under the street lamps In brothels and wine cups They are learning asceticism Announcing code of conduct For the waves of eternal silence I am in pause now In between time and timelessness Everything is hard above my thoughts Like old wooden furnuture Wounds of time are black and deep still I am alive Nothing now in my finger tips Your eyes,your heart,your ears All are devoid of my pure impulse You are in the edge of decadence Only a lump of flesh you are Without heart only to fall and cut You are A continuous ruin of eggs and feathers, A cruel history of mankind I can't pronounce right now for you A sky full of stars Colours of rainbow and green doctrine of life.
Like a lot of good poetry, Satya's is both seemingly simple to grasp and yet puzzling, in a tantalizing way, upon closer inspection.
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