Ajiive Jay


Biography of Ajiive Jay

Ajiive Jay poet

A toddler.....in the corridors of knowledge. A baby bird frightened of heights......
I have my dearest dreams...dreams
my breath,
And a terrible passion to love..!
My last wish is to die smiling...million smiles!

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The Strange Monk

A monk on a festive street,
Trapped in a gambler's group,
Like a monkey's-
Drunken hand, dropped-
In a bustling bee-hive!

The strange monk! ,
Stands like a huge rock,
For it's time to pray!

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