Afternoons are sour creams in the spoons of June

Listen

Your every word is a jelly fish
Strolling in the moonlight

I believe
You won't want me to eat out of spoons

Dig out
Plough well
Sow seeds of happiness

Everyone is hungry
Some are starving

I'd a narrow escape

Everyone

Is carrying a huge bag to fill it with

Dollars

On the high way

I'm walking on the footpath

With a sip of happiness

My assets

She is a blue cup
On a white tray
Honey is to the brim
My lips not pursed
To sip and sip and sip

Everything is somehow snoozefest
I'm happy I've imagination
That drops on pages

Dare if you're intrepid
And undress the poem
In the broad daylight
In the crowd
Thrash it with lashes
Of sharp-pins leather
Sit and watch
How much it groans
And struggle to escape
prostrate at your feet
To let it go
And reach its home
Nothing will happen
As you're thinking, laughing
It will pass through
Like an American president
After addressing people
And you will be flabbergasted
At its greatness

Under water,
We believe our capacity to come out,
Every problem is a deep dive
Trust your ability to get through

You cannot take out diamonds from the well
You cannot draw out bright-coming-days from the past

You do or don't help
Owing to discrimination

The rain always falls

Every droplet
Is an ingraved message
on the wall of the world

Emptiness
Is a spider

It makes its homes
In every corner

No matter
how wonderful
Is the mind

Some space
Be occupied by
Love-for-mankind

The black skin
Is more valuable and beautiful
Because the Moon has made it his home

From the word go
Your responsibility starts
To think of your own today
As in it is hidden the tomorrow of your choice

A prayer isn't a fish, floating,
Swimming, sweating, surviving

in the sea.

It's not the parrot, parroting, pleasing others,

But within a boundary.

Yes. It's the breeze, wind, storm,
Blowing everywhere, affecting everyone.