I don't want to be poet and
write a poem;
I don't want to learn and
understand philosophy
I'm a humble bieng:
A body of biotic -a soul of meditation ;
God may have purpose in creation
and in us
But too powerless to understyand :
why a jock?
Left ungided a hapless swine
in the court of angry goddess,
I dont know who wins in heaven,
I am only a figure of clay
and craves
With a heart -a vass:looks
beautiful with flowers
But aches and breaks easily
by shock
And eyes to be blind only
as it pains.
Still mind pains more than body
drags my soul thro' sleep
Then I stand stife and
defiance being slave ,
I just want to live freely
in joy -peace -worship,
Are men wanton in your eyes
who just want these?