Basic Schooling

satishverma

Look into my eyes.
I was changing every day
to read your genes.

For supertruth of
isness invalley of sparks,
when peaks glint of gold.

Like a black hole
eating watercolors of
dragged, setting sun.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2022 21:32
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    so clever, place isness next to invalley
    and poetically, space the gap
    between what is and isn't, at the same time..
    (when we understand
    the current 'schooling' system
    was modelled on producing
    a factory line of factory workers
    we realise, just how impossible
    those
    life dreams and achievement, summits
    truly were, for some
    right from that first ding
    of the school bell: outset)
    Another glimpse
    at your poetic genius
    in this write: Guru
    thank you!



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