The happiness making machine
Owes its grace/curse
To its blissful maker-
An ignorant.
Marvelling at the way
The self crucifies the world within,
Mistaking ravenous teeth-
biting radiant corollas-
For angels,
Some fool took upon himself
The folly of the world,
Spinning backwards
The unfaithful wheel of time,
Until becoming turned into rawness.
At a loss for essential parts,
The fatuous instrument of ruse
Works better on cloud nine,
Right next to seventh heaven.
Whereas us, the ill-humoured,
Keep looking up,
Left, waiting down,
To be thrown a bone of contention,
In the shape of embrace:
Happiness comes at a certain price of ignorance.
” Lest we forget ” ,is both acerbic and incisive . If poetry were fencing,then this author is adept at wielding the whetted blade judiciously.
Mr. Kasatkin, your words are too generous. Thank you for lending an eager ear to my writing.
Love it!!! I totally agree with Louis Kasatkin!
Thank you, Iulia. Thank you so much.