Fundamental sadness

In the small and big hours we write poems about a fundamental sadness. A fistful of black bird sometimes comes to sleep on a clothesline in our balcony along with our underwear .We have to wear the black bird , which is quite a fistful,next only to our bodies.

The black bird sleeps on our clothesline along with our underwear . Like the poet’s heart it is quite a fistful. We wear the black bird next only to our bodies to save it from extinction.

The black bird saves the poets from their extinction.

A fistful of heart


A fistful of heart beats at night along with the midnight dog’s yowl.
It is quite a fistful like the black bird that comes to sleep on our clothesline every night.

We wear our black bird close to our bodies .We wear it to save it from extinction.To save our black poetries from extinction.

In the small and big hours

We write our sad poems in the small and big hours of our nights. About a fundamental sadness. About a black bird that comes to sleep on our clothesline.

In the big hours we wear the black bird next only to our bodies to save black bird from extinction.To save black soul God,’s poet from extinction.It is quite a fistful like his heart.

A fistful of his heart beats at midnight along with  dog’s yowl. Full of fundamental sadness.

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