Talking Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
Talking
Talk. No words are not my own words.
Filthy language, obscene talk about methane follow excessive-damn true...
Which is to say that telling ostentatious lies is an art
Although there is no way to lie to pretend to be mute hobby...
Lie for him to say,
The foundation trembling
Without the knowledge of good and evil will one day be lost consciousness
If you want to break the fall break
The moon fell upon blue conversion
Although there is a language that even the dumb wall
Pressing to death …
We need to talk! Yes, as others are ready to listen. Thanks for sharing.
Which is to say that telling ostentatious lies is an art yes words are powerfullllll in truth and in lies...... nice philosophy. thank you dear poet. tony
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4/29/2024 2:44:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem, well expressed, talking is must, but to talk less.
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