No Thing Matters, Nothing
No Thing Matters, Nothing1 min 36 1 min 36
An existence languishes a lot
for rain until death comes in his eyes.
he died before raining
no poetry was written for....
Poetry without words is always beyond poetry itself. In this case, neither poetry stabs words nor words stab poetry.
(.....no thing matters for nothing......though matter exists to be mattered)
A palace was built scooping out heart is ruins now.
So every cell-bomb should be blasted now....
Once an existence is caged interweaving mind then no pigeon can fly....
though it has strong wings..
a genuine and zealot slave can fling the very slavery to fly as a human being in the real free sky like pheonix......
A blind can light up the sky and the ruins with all novelty and all.
There are infinite possibilities and options for everything in any condition.