If you want to be intelligent and wise,
If you want moon of your insight to rise,
If you want to unlock the secret doors,
Be thoughtful, read little less and reflect more.
2.
poems of plastics and woods
in the dump-yard i stood
brooding where life has gone
of infections we're shorn one
of infections we're shorn
3.
I look forward to a day,
When i too shall have my say,
I shall write in strict neat forms,
And take the world by my storm,
Not heck poems for poems' sake,
Your conscience i shall shrill shake,
Your souls i shall gently touch
sleeping hearts i shall
awake
Oh great Lord of the treasure,
Let my stream flow without measure.
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