Treasure of letters

The letters need a piece of mind as a food

or as a bait to lure them into a track;

then they will resemble black ants on the move.

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I know this sheet, this white paper in your fist

wants to tell things, letters are not permitting.

I feel the mind, throbbing behind, confused a bit.

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Soon the hunger, which the letters have, will eat heart

and all I shall read is not enough to quaff

the thirst. Like all other letters it will be

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kept as a gift, precious treasure, forever...

Ten year old world

(To the daughter of Ferosh is O.)

Infighting between cyborgs

is yet to be appeased,

but with a jerk windows’ panes

flash a secret signal that

convinces her, it’s morning.

She wears her attitude

of which she is quite proud;

it has kept the boys and

her parents too at a bay.

The cereals are dull like

those papers of morning news.

The news have taken a tour

of thousand miles and fathoms

to nestle a dragonfly,

now waiting to be noticed

by a ten years old lady

busy in her chat on cell.

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