when birth
came to earth
that intelligence
wanted to repeat
a pattern
over which
many of us wonder
again a pattern in all minds
making a carpet
making a design
one day
we hope to meet
we hope to understand
Friday, 16 January 2015
poem: eyes glide
everyday
the morning soul
meets the day
the sky opens its umbrella
the birds type away
their daily newspapers
the ears feel happy
the wings of the world
are on the go
the eyes glide in feelings
poem: the ant
the earth
is round
like a ball
man gives it a bounce
the universe
is still strong
feeding us the bread
to think as we like
knowing this
the ant took its birth
to be humble
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