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A Poem on Love : The Landlord

[PART I] I found a home,
I found a home, but that home left me.
Another home came to me.
I went inside the home,
and I found a piece of heart.
I stared at it closely.
The heart was glowing like a diamond.
I took the heart with both hands carefully.
Oh! the heart was so delicate,
and warm, and was radiating affection.
I was wondering,
"What kind of heart is this?"
"What kind of home is this?"
Suddenly I remembered my own heart.
I took mine. I was astounded.
Both hearts were fit perfectly to each other like pieces of a puzzle.
I questioned again, "Whose home is this? I want to see the owner of this home."I walked around the home, holding both the hearts looking for The Landlord.
And that time, I saw you, standing nearby the door. You were heart-less.
And I understood that you were The Landlord.
The heart-less Landlord kept staring at me.
His gaze on me like a child who had just seen his mother for the first time.
He came closer and took his heart delicately from my h…

A Poem on Humanity : The Rotating Sphere

This world already lacks of love and humanity. Do not live in that kind of world. Build your own world. Decorate it with love, joy, and humanity, and live in it. That is the actual world. The prior is fake, or you can nickname it, The Rotating Sphere. If your own world does not have those accessories, then where will you run when the sphere becomes totally loveless?
We are too busy running for president, or striving for Nobel Prize by discovering more galaxies, or memorizing a hundred digits of Pi. We describe it as civilization. But pity, within us, are uncivilized.
Be on The Mother Earth. Stay on Her lap. But do not live it. Live what is within, and you will be more humane.

I love poems since I was 15. I love reading them, but never confident enough to write my own. But when I find the right time, idea, and sense, all those three combinations will suffice to drive me to write one. Most of the time, I will just keep my sketchy poems for myself.

The Rotating Sphere, I think, deserves for publicati…