Crazy Poem by Sankar Sarkar

Crazy



Countless hopes get buried
Like hopeless spoiled sperm
In coitus for versification
Of modern tradition;
Every bit of dust
Like a single sperm
Holding the whole conception
In funny connotation!
Male and female,
Heaven and hale
In crazy situation,
Occurred in production
Beyond the soil and toil,
Nothing is in transition,
Breaking and creating
Like web and tide
Synchronized in pair,
Love is like neutral technology
For all concrete repair
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Friday, March 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lubinda Lubinda 04 December 2015

Its funny that countless hopes can stem from the most random things in life, but most of them get buried in the dust. Nice poem. Thanx for sharing.

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Raymond Farrell 05 June 2015

I think there are countless hopes going into everyone's verse in the hopes of making a difference, and each hope in an of itself is a new conception of reality but sometimes it is not realized but ends up buried or spoiled.

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