Find me and my bewitched body out
Loitering on the land
Where life pretends to sing a song
“Live and let live” –
The most difficult song to sing.
Find me and my broken heart out
From the midst of a displeased crowd
Witnessing
a got up match or event –
An ultra-modern technique of innovation.
Find me and my ashamed soul out
From below a fallen tree or rhinoceros –
Cooking money
for meeting
The circular flow of the hunger of civilization.
Thank you for your interesting poem, I was wondering if this comes from a place deep within personal experiences. Bewitched body loitering on the land ( relevances). I like cooking money for meeting… I love the depth of your words. Absorbed by your powerful poetry. Thank You XX
Thank you for your comment, Alecia.