Of Need Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

Of Need

Rating: 5.0


I guess the heaven is closed
For when i gaze out through windows
I find a ghost dealer
Composed with hell rhymes and rhythms
With sure for a needless heaven
At a sure of expected rhymes
Man has absurd efforts for progress
The progress in sins and fouls.

I see the dealer is observing
The matches and patches drowning
Goal of soonest for progress
Man is departing from the center
My guess becomes for sure
When i don't find man, for man
Where I find empty claw of objects
With the savage theory of man.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
grame peele 08 November 2011

i think you are very disturbed as it is the poet which brings out the vulgarity of man.10+10+10

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Farah Aliah 07 November 2011

Simple vocab yet nicely penned...

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