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FOREIGN LANGAUGE

A letter to my dear,

Sons and daughters

In a foreign language

Not known in my time,

But with hope in yours.

Where they may have fixed the

Imbalance of life.

 

I wish not to depress you,

But repress your mind

As my first impression is to point

A finger to time

The one whom answers

Questions in installments.

 

For this man once put me on stage

And my agenda was to impress

Twice to the infinite I could count

But I couldn’t find that one in my life.

Where are you?

 

 

Thus the nature I was born in,

Is to interest the world

And not bore it with normality

Not knowing that peace comes in many ways

 

For this foreign language

Seems to be a new era

Of blank pages that could be

Filled with one word

GREATNESS.

 

For yesterday I did things of shame

That are great for a story

That would become fame

Just the perfect ice breaker in my time.

Tip for if you ever find\have TIMEtoTRAVEL

 

Thus my vote belonged to extinction,

Since…

 

 

 

Justice is a commodity

Of the rich

As poverty is beautiful

Beautiful without the eye’s of the lens.

 

Though I don’t have doesn’t mean

Am not/I can’t

As My sight is set to the sky

Chasing a flower in the clouds as

I am still on the ground investing an idea.

 

 

Thus the gap of the market to success

Is the economics of humanities fate

As the scarcity of fear rises

Demand and supply seem to be losing

In a relation of ships

At  bay lacking goods.

On this graphic coordinates

 

Just may you understand

Humanity has no time to

Find you in the dark

For smoke signals will be put out

Neither translate your existence

If it’s not the curiosity that killed the cat.

Like “Chuck Norris whom speaks French in Russian”.

 

For they live on a constant

Quote status of

“I am available, but busy

At school watching a movie,

While at work

With a battery about to die

So I can’t talk, Whats App only

In a meeting at the gym

Sleeping on urgent calls only.”

 

As I myself live knowing

I speak a FOREIGN LANGUAGE ……

What is your translation of my existence???

For it seems your mistaken and troubled.

For generations to come.

 

Yours sincerely;

Poet Kiri

N. HANNY L.

 

 

PS: Life has gone digital

       Thus its STATUS RATED ®.

                                     Yours truly;

                                       Is to be the ONE.

 

 

©Hansmind, 2016

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Jan 17, 2016
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Hello again to all.

Thanks a lot for your support each and every day.

MAY YOU READ , ENJOY, LIKE AND SHARE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

Thank you so much again.

( The ending poem of collection STATUS RATED R.)

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