Tuesday, 17 January 2017


Everyone understands everything,
Words are on everyone’s tongue,
Someone utters
Someone listens
Contradictions are everywhere,
None sees the whole tree,
Everyone sees only flowers,
None does know darker side of green,
Everyone sees deep green leaves,
And bees hovering over colorful flowers.

Everyone speaks about truth,
Gathering crowd mixes in broils,
Morning song, midnight song,
Are all dropping words, with tunes,
Those are not like that of bees,
But like pursuits of bout,
Coming from a land of puzzled whispers,
Clandestinely uttered by blood sellers,
Who are nearest to everyone, but

Everyone is blind to detect ill voyeurs. 

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