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S ave the children of the street, T ripping over graves under their feet. O lder people run in fear. P endulum of death swings so near. ...

I have a fine bamboo cane Mounted on my window pane Even as a five months old babe Kaka my daughter knows its ...

I look out the window Seeing the fallen coconut fruit The leaves from the orange tree The petals from the hibiscus plant ...

Not for their sin; not for my sin then for whose sin? Maybe not for sin. Cries, tears and wails Amidst the agony, anguish...

You should stay away from poets. Far away. Poetry is a contagious, untreatable virus which is transmitted through the eyes and ears, dir...

Up to now, we have read how Mankind has a natural affinity for poetry which began since ancient times and how this form of expression helps ...