A Roving
Some
like to drink with friends
front of the house
where ladies pass by
Most
wives stay at home
and hide their sorrows
Many
families love a new house
beside the sea
the seagulls are joys
as company
We
are here in love with poetry
and most them, many at time,
not just some
wonder, what is this delight?
what fuss? what stuff is this that
is written purposely
not to be understood directly
a burden of the mind
a puzzle to be solved
a bliss known only to the
Few.
We are what they call as the
introverts
needing a shrink.
Many of us
laugh. Many of us see
the big picture
overdecorated with
metaphors.
Like, this. Can't you be patient
a little bit to
see it?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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