Thank God,my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday!
What was wafting in the smoke of burning tires? where had time caught in the traffic jam not reaching?
It’s not as easy as it is with chewing shame and foolishness to chew the wreckage of broken time.
I’ve climbed up here holding the hilt of time’s sword by driving it into my tender heart.
May I discard the outer cover of time from the layers of poetry by immersing the poet in its entirety within me
How could it be wished that poetry of a mellow age be born when this time is taking showers in the drama of a loathsome taste!