don’t read my poems, please
for I never write one to be read
in reading the essence is made substance
in feeling the substance is made essence.
poetry is for soul
just as books for mind
I arranged a bouquet of words
in a tiny string, invisible
to tell the world
of another world within me,
that yearn in pain
that whine in pleasure.
I tell you of a world indescribable by writings
so I make garlands of words
throughout the seasons I arrange them
some apart, some together
when the soul desire to speak
the mind refuse to understand,
so locking the mind awhile
the soul engross itself in this
and a poetry garland
I made for you to feel.
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cyclopseven Ram
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