Green was culture, Green were you.
After a revolt, after a red,
You have become black,
Your culture black.
Perhaps, I will write in black.
Hip pop, hip hop, Bi pop,
Jockey tight, body loose.
Loose is the costume,
Loose is your future.
It is thy culture.
I get up in heat,
Tightening my feet,
Empty heat, Empty Zest.
I am thirsty to change you.
Can you give me some water?
You too get up in heat,
Posing your fittings,
Around your settings.
I am thirsty for water,
You are thirsty for culture.
You forgot your origin and seed,
While you are busy to feed need.
You want a trend,
You want a mixture,
Thinking change is must.
I see a mass culture building,
At the outdoors you are kneeling.
You are kneeling with feeling,
Begging for hybridity,
For a culture of santry.
I was not a poet,
But your condition made me.
I have a query for your culture,
Will this continue in future?
I think yes; what you say?
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good writing on the culture of the society. what you have told is really true 10
writer and culture you and and society and what you speak of it has the truth of mankind.10 10
Very interesting, fascinating, rather intriguing. Then, did the culture create the writer? The temperature, styles, and behaviours/beliefs....ie, the culture, they all created the poet? Interesting thought. And both continue?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pretty cool poem it started off really strong too