An old man for his bread selling waste papers,
Standing on the road with a hand driven cart,
Bundles of lies in old and stale newspapers,
But hidden below lied a few truths, works of art,
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Surprised between religion and was placed the knave, One was purchasing an incomplete book. May he do better! hahahaahahaaa lol todays generation will buy whole soul and round gole ur a wonderful master JA SIR I wish to not to be fed to morons and maggots so cremate me as and when... amen Inshah ALLAH guys will love gole
wastepaper a nice poetic symbol and vehicle to underpin your message at several levels
A deeply contemplating work, my interpretation might be wrong, but I feel that man is a book, his first and last pages are never his, but the content of his life is what is written. Its interesting that a book of religion sits next to pornographic, one attempts to awaken the spiritual the other the animal. The detail of this work is stunning, the subject. Thank you for sharing.
A beautiful highly imaginative poem. Another amazing write crafted by a brilliant mind.