during birth, new born cry everyone smile
during death, death smile everyone cry.
comedy of life all call it,
I call it beauty of life.
during marriage, she cried everyone smiled
during night, she moaned he laugh.
fullfilment of love all call it,
I call it enslavement.
how beautiful the string of life pull by time
(Almighty many may says not time)
making us dance on the stages
design by moments
a group smile, a group cry
a group booh, a group yeah
a group laugh, a group growl
a group wrinkle nose, a group spit on it…
but at the end they just mixed up
to write the comedy.
I was suppose to be hiatus, but, sometimes what we want or desire can not be achieve. This poem I’m dedicating to Meenakshi Di to whom I had confess the self-impose hiatus and she doesn’t reply because she knows I cannot remain without writing a day. Thanks Di for believing in me and pushing me.
Another reason to write this poem is an event that disturbed me. I will talk on it later because it is an issue that I think I shall speak on.
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