How I Bleed And Live!

Among words Let silence live As words are wastes Silence is love Let moon shine upon the tree Though under it Poverty dances like a crone Yet the flowers are our dreams And the leaves our lives In this inhuman society There are no ethics No morality Still the policy might is right going on as if the blood of poor and weak is sweeter than the blood of anybody else and I am puzzled and more puzzled when I see at philosophy destiny is a joker fate is a buffoon here logic devours logic no beauty no truth irony of the fact is that here lies permanently only paradox and in surprise I bewilder in excitement I wonder and I live …