Poetry Blues

We came from INDIA
breaking heads
putting on flowers
shaking bodies with Blues rhythm
biting the cookie brothers hand on
holding the child of bakushishi
Sung the poem of naked legs
Tapping a hip of hungry Saikrurykisha
Chech! them of trippers, not kept clean the boo of dum
and thought of others them leaving behind
Mouthing a strow
to them technically faking too perfect
With foxed grave amount. Tricky calculation
Now
Time disappearing into Nilvana with only Rs500
Notice the dust of their languages
Rambling hobobabies on others country with sandals
give me the Gentle shower
look up the narrow square on corner fringing of blue sky
Many times my heart cry feeling up the tears
We’re bad member of Number society. To us
Hobo melody sounds over this Alley
Hey, dumb! cultures bined by bined
We sit on crossed legs, having rice from hand
Never keep us be free, They
Trapping and trap
till your human pleasure
Will be sold up,lost just up
Come babi
To edge unknown from materialism culture
Ends, scraps cleaned up glitteringly
Today too, parade going on with no heart
Forget ? Nothing can start till feel LOVE on You
You lose yourself inside many demagogs
thinking many times about whom and whom, what done
weeply amount shadows of gone friends
Oh! baby love near tonight
My heart’s waiting you
Back,sometimes,forgetting job,working,senseless promise,style
only the LOVE times for nice joying
won’t wait.We
come here with nothing
Keep off trading…….
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