A tactics of creative resiliance on using conceptual maturity of experiential wisdom out of authentic pains of life has been questioning the truth conditions of bygone dog days of poetic distortion and delusional realities. Reflexive. Surreal authenticity of textual lives. Realization of conceptual sproutings on the verge of silent nights is the nodes out of authenticity of human conditions in crisis of power and ethics.
Mum. This is an Earth Fay of all genres of humanities on edge.
Dad. This is a war of ethical power and political wisdom.
People. This is a tug of war for humanity of freedom for all humans alive or dead.
A poetic anthem for an innovative book of freedom and democracy all humans of social justice has been writing on and on across time machine. Still going on. Ahead.
Utopia Of poetic realities in the alternative ways of truth in mired skins of looped holes.
Apples are sweet.
Mangoes are on the trees.
Rivers flow.
Mountains are silent.
I am in silence of mindfulness liberated from sensual worlds of wheeling. desires.
A kite without a stringed hand.
A learned man in the story of round-about de-creatives. A mixed bag on the voyager's back.
A flag of wise meditation upon blanks....and....gaps....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem