Treasure Island

Udaya R. Tennakoon


A Life Of Blunt


I am Meaningless
Pouring words of you
That is thrown at me
When I am subjective
Take you back
The meaning to you

But the sound
Of words
Ache the head
If I want to live with it
To taste bitter
To meditate better
To tolerate ear
More over

Consciously to nod
Adjust face to hoot
Prepare to venerate
Practice to suffer

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 04, 2014
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