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Bards of Brooklyn
by Ashis Gupta
Like a sinking stone…..
you, I or we are drilling inside,
deep inside–the Ocean of blue.
Like anxiety of an uncertainty…
you, I or we are thrilling inside,
deep inside—not ready for a bit of true.
Like a dumpling touch from the Moon…
you, I or we are waiting inside,
deep inside—an arrival of a desire crew.
Like a walking distance of mind….
you, I or we are cramming inside,
deep inside—though so far; mysterious
throw.
Like a pave of the green….
you, I or we are waking inside,
deep inside—not sleeping;
Bards of Brooklyn.
Who Knows?
By Ashis Gupta
If would ever Finks know
we, civilization could cross the fear of- hierarchy,
might not be created Pyramid?
Who knows?
Three legs of triangles (pyramid) would fly,
till find safe orbit.
Only one God knows; for sure than other,
they (human) had habit to dig.
Fortune creator.
Beyond everything still,
God been kept own power.
None would live without water.
Uncle Sam, a spiritual philosopher,
whispered his young naïve master:
nothing but power could stop fortune- creator.
So currency was made, master got power.
Nothing changed but fortune creators,
who changed in to future dreamer?
