Victory

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    Victory

    Time changing
    and
    the time changed
    Both together look at the time
    that a sigh flowers the dead bodies.

    Whether we try or dont
    The time changes
    Or time is changed..

    Whether they kill or don’t
    People die for a mild pain of happiness
    shedding tears is a game for a camera
    a laughter shouts out through the windows
    that the teeth covers the curtains.

    Whether you try or don’t
    We suffer from the cricket’s score
    And
    a victory of an accident.

    Holy men talk of concepts
    Where a time trumpets
    At a blinking and
    With dozing sunken eyes
    Asks the next man sitting beside,

    Tell me the name of the film????
    Or what????
    He adjusts the time at his wristwatch
    Or else
    He ll be late for his wife.

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    HarverTomsson commented on Victory

    12-23-2009

    To be sure, some victories aare due to "the accident," thought my western mind does not comfortably wrap around the idea that all is mere chance. Like the man dozing through the holy man's litany, he awakes to the necessity of answering to his "higher power." I'm thinking this is a form of a risible. Deep but emminantly satiisfying. Laughter is optional.
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    Jammin commented on Victory

    05-31-2009

    I love this one. Your poetry is very exciting. I'm curious, and forgive my ignorance, is English your first language? Forget that, it does not matter. I haven't felt this way about a poem in a long, long time.
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    abhash0

    06/01/2009

    No. my mother tongue is Oriya.Iam Indian by birth.I teach english literature in a degree college in Orissa,India

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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