My mind drifts in intoxication with unreason why all writers are moralists is not evil the creation of god when we talk of whole we say it happening tragedy is the defeat of god how many tragedies soul consoles my defeats which is not enough there is unequal distribution of wealth he rides a big car because his father had grabbed it from poor soul has no answer to this prayers are useless mutterings she was making lies to me that she loved me now as I am clearing the illusions I should remain silent deny myself see that man who has given marijuana to his daughter sleeping on his shoulder for begging I read dialogues of Plato I did not find any answer
29/4/2009
This drifting i believe is going too much astray, Sadiq... please don't carried away by cheap sucess a few manage to sweep here by their non poetic writes...this is a poetry site...and poetry has an image to respect for good writers like you...thanks
For many things there is no answer. really good write.......but others may find it difficult. A fine and from heart......giving marijuna to a daughter it is cruel. Ok let it be. A good write.
Where is the punctuation? I'm out of breath trying to read this in one fell swoop. Where's the format? Edit, edit, edit. If you do, send me an alert and I'll review. R.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God, god, god is he there is he not there was he there will he be there? that question which can never be answered. But its faith yes thats faith assumption and presumption. wonderful write -10 as always anjali