Poem -
Unity of the Poetry
And now I'm dividing by zero
I'm neither a loser nor a hero
When happiness equals sorrow
And yesterday was tomorrow
The words are nothing to be
and the pronouns (I) or (We)
whereas we write just to read
and without killing our greed
The poetry is both water and fire
both are enemies of each other,
but they are like father and mother
they burn to grow the baby of desire
Comments
Feed that desire. It is the heart of everything creative. Blessings Ebrahim
thank you very much, blessings to you too.
Beautifully written my friend!Â
and your comment also, thanks a lot.
Such lovely words that create this strange yet beautiful image. And the feeling that comes with each sentance is beautiful, my friend. Keep going and bless you
thanks for your lovely words, and blessings.
Ebrahim, Blessings to you. Love, Terry Kay
thank you , Bless you.
Nice work Ebrahim...enjoyed the read 🌹🌹
thanks a lot.
Your work is "Special"..... Here......all Smiles
Thanks a lot.