Lost Words Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Exchange of look makes no love
Talk face to face.

Not only put hand into hand
Walk on combined step.

Poet is generous, soft
And believer in theism
Poet seeks form of creature among creation
So, poet is timid of creature.

Good part of artisan comes out as work of art.

Art is the fruit of aspire and obtain, hope and expect
Of real imagination of artisan

Art exposes the true shape of
Imagination of past and present

Work of art of artisan does not
Express general desire but individual.
So, his context is fundamentally similar.

Being fascinated by zinging sound of sitar
I go to worship of music
That is my religion.

Soul passes time regulated
As soul is immortal it never grows old
Only the body increase and dies.

This clay-made body will mixed with clay
Writing some pages of history

This clay- made body will mixed with clay
But that is only body, not soul.