Things that are in life's rush concealed
or feelings in dullness of language buried
are first by a poet clearly perceived
later by the reader's heart received
Lust is the biggest quest
it's the endless cellular thirst
A mortal's immortal quest
it pushes two bodies closer
When loneliness is life's eternal complexity
That leads to emptiness and perplexity
When future seems so dim and dreary
When the man in mirror makes self mockery
The relentless warriors have no weapons except unity.
unity of the people is the fuel of the movement
that from the hearts of the people springs.
As the blood red sun dawns the pain of the broken sinews
Most men are not wise freedom-wise
Freedom comes only to the wise
When deep desire the love's purity ditches
when the vile world the pure love bitches
Can love's course become ambivalent?
Can ardent love become a complaint?
Black or white is not your sin
I don't hate the color of the skin
Excerpt from my poem 'The Youth'
Youth is not to jettisoning philosophy and embracing technology