Poetry Made Here Poem by Mana Kavingyan

Welcome to the poetry workshop
Here flies and music crows sing incessantly
Taste is not important
Solitude is the protagonist.
Sometimes the voices of rights are also raised.
Sometimes they live within the voice of nature.
The clock won't wake me up as the power spins slowly here.
It makes me wander around by calling every day.
The sky is blue here, but the humidity is not dry.
I move slowly even as the moon and the sun run in competition.
I wander out of my cocoon like a spirit
An invincible spirit in three dimensions
Layperson has no selfish interests here.
Most Intelligent Man shows no face here
No anchoring in the sea
No bias towards moving and surfing
I will live in a dream world
But I will check the appearance of the shadow.

© Manakavingyan