Fiction is related to fantasy, invention, falsehood, untruth and narrative story with appropriate illustration, agree or disagree?
ANSWER
In an attempt to discuss this issue, one can not rule out the possibility of debate – with thorough description which might never leave one side of the argument less significant or less discuss as the case may be. It would still be seen that as one would willingly take side, one can not leave the other side unmentioned. This bring us to what literature is about, being the formation to which fiction is a part
Literature mirrors life. It is not life in itself but act as a replay of life by using the aspect of human life to teach and entertain them. To this end, FICTION, as one aspect of literature, regarded as fantasy, invention, falsehood, untruth and narrative story couldn’t be true in all totality. Though, the aspect that is fantasy, invention and all is induced from the point that it’s regarded as the writer’s imagination. This assertion is truth because it is believed that whatever a fiction writer writes first live in his mind. To further this, most character use in fiction is not real while some pretend to be only to create a credible story.
However, the term FICTION is regarded as misnormal because it has element of truth to some reasonable degree. For example, The Beautyful One Are Not Yet Born by AYI KWEI ARMAH, being the focal-point here, illuminates the idea of both reality and that of non-reality. The story which centred on a society full of corruption to the essence that it filtered down to all levels of life; the economic relationship based on intimidation and bribery as described with such vivid illustration of the physical environment in which The Man, his her, lives conveying decay and filth which no question about the credibility of the story that relates Ghana society and it poverty stricken could look at in two ways. The use of scent, the smell of physical rot in that society is real and can be seen but in the context of supposed corruption it could be regarded as writer only way of describing under-developed society of Ghana.
The first chapter of the book portrayed both element of reality and non-reality. The reality can be seen; first, the attempt of the driver to lit his cigarette, and afterward, caught it quickly with the end of it before it died, cleared his throat and spat out a generous gob of mucus against the tire, and began unhurriedly to inhale his smoke. This kind of situation is norm among these people.
Also in this chapter, we could see the conductor counting his money continuously and the eventual separation of the money into little piles. The part that he returned passenger’s balance is reality; however, the vivid description of the conductor attitude towards the man who did not recognized he was given less-balance is fictitious
The frightened nature of the conductor toward the man at the back who appeared to be the onlooker whereas was deep asleep is also fictitious. A conductor in actual fact does not have time re-examine life. Though, corruption filtered round all levels of life, the real corrupt act is found among people who understand rules and regulations and use same to suit themselves
The last part of the book is fictitious in nature. Majority of the story or the description of event as they unfold could be as the writer’s account of escape. Though, they look real in it context but it couldn’t be that finely crafted. The choice of escape having to take the route of a less develop part of the society was a way to portray it as an abandoned project by the people who ought to have developed it. This is real in it entirety but the use of the man latrine’s hole, and vivid description of that escape is his own account because, he made the hero of the man who helped Koomson to escape. Also in this, regard the driver and the policemen; the scene portrayed reality but the choice of the scene to the hero is not. It is the writer’s choice as well to illustrate the society after a new government is inaugurated having toppled the first. The inscription by the Artist as THE BEAUTYFUL ONE ARE NOT YET BORN wouldn’t have being so fast- thought afterward. The new administration is barely months. It is, therefore, simply used to show that nothing has changed, and that future is blink.
The Man walked very slowly, going home.
The hero in the man can only be seen in the writer’s imagination of a clean man in such society. It did not with the man having to confront the society to liberate it. His innocence and withdraw nature made no sense to the society rather to himself, and possibly, his family; though, afterward entrusted him to Koomson as his last resort to escape making the eventual hero.
In this sense, I can say that the book is fictitious because it is the writer’s account of Ghana society. However, the sense that it shouldn’t regarded as a credible or account as seen in the object of this debate referring FICTION as fantasy, invention, falsehood, untruth, and narrative story is not true to it entirety. Therefore, one can say fiction is not purely invention or work of imagination rather, it should be seen as a work that first looked vividly at the society, and give the society what it is or what it should be.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
A LOVE LETTER to Chinma seventeen
A LOVE LETTER, to Chidinma, seventeen
Consider many ways people may come to you! One of it could be through friend you have known; the possibility of just meeting, either during occasion, or, in the event of group activities, two people whom do not know each other anywhere near can not be thrown away. You never can tell someone may walk up to you, with blip of smile, hope, high-up in the air, and whisper the soft word that inspires young ladies. By your nature you would find this interruptive, obnoxious, or possibly, disgusting. You are not there type. You are homely, fondly; respect isn’t what you throw away easily.
I, as a person did not regard any of this as option. I came to you like a lamb, or like a young, and not too experience boy in order to grow along with you even in my grown- up. You did not object my friendship with you. You did not regard me as one of the street boys piling list of girlfriends. Your mother did not object it either. Maybe I was difference. You did notice I was from the first day. How did it happen? How did I respond to your imagination that singled me out from every other people? Oh, if memories served me right, it was my look upon your eyes, fetching, flashing. You too, can not deny that knowledge of us knowing each other from a far-distance. It looked like we had met before. You couldn’t look away too. Neither was I able to.
How time did not allow us to embark on such adventure chosen together under a low shining sun of Saturday morning, November 8, 2003.
Anyway, it is not necessary to say more of how our suppose dramatic and youthful effectiveness could not take us far, or should we say more of either our self to establish the contrast; the simple, unaltered establishment of what we are not against what we are, by our schoolboy and schoolgirl nature tells this experience. But, by profile series of our first meeting, I am tempted to say that, what we became wasn’t resulting from where we met.
It will be seen, then, that you and failed to make our first meeting real, that our first real journey of soul mate, which us in the jungle within our self could not lead home. In fact, it wouldn’t have found us a home in any pattern of that world around us. We were not too young, but our society did not recognize that our imminent self, begins to yarn for that kind of adventure were moment of discovery of our self in the view of another person within our self.
By and large, I can say some part of me, now, and may forever, listens to the sound of your laugh; the little angel whispering in the night of my hearing. Some part of me is still that schoolboy, longing to see you, longing under a pretence to purchasing food in your mum’s canteen. I am still pained when I can not see you. And when I do, your youthful smile, your beautiful eyes – face is a cathedral which I never stop worshiping. I am still that boy who wanted to catch up with you, his jewel, before you dash into the inner room. You were afraid your parent might not approve of this in spite of been fond of me. You and I, still in sleep, dreaming of our own world, together, not looking at the reality which was not too long, but that reality was never our own. We had our own, nurtured within our self, within the space of time to live on.
I see you in dream. My thoughts are always with you, in love still fresh like flowering plants after the dew. You are my choice, I made that long before we met and eventually when we meet it was not difficult coming to you. I’d been waiting for you all my life. My darling, my one, my all, I know in not far distance, graces and faith shall bring you back to me in love second to none.
Your Love Unknown
FELIX O
Consider many ways people may come to you! One of it could be through friend you have known; the possibility of just meeting, either during occasion, or, in the event of group activities, two people whom do not know each other anywhere near can not be thrown away. You never can tell someone may walk up to you, with blip of smile, hope, high-up in the air, and whisper the soft word that inspires young ladies. By your nature you would find this interruptive, obnoxious, or possibly, disgusting. You are not there type. You are homely, fondly; respect isn’t what you throw away easily.
I, as a person did not regard any of this as option. I came to you like a lamb, or like a young, and not too experience boy in order to grow along with you even in my grown- up. You did not object my friendship with you. You did not regard me as one of the street boys piling list of girlfriends. Your mother did not object it either. Maybe I was difference. You did notice I was from the first day. How did it happen? How did I respond to your imagination that singled me out from every other people? Oh, if memories served me right, it was my look upon your eyes, fetching, flashing. You too, can not deny that knowledge of us knowing each other from a far-distance. It looked like we had met before. You couldn’t look away too. Neither was I able to.
How time did not allow us to embark on such adventure chosen together under a low shining sun of Saturday morning, November 8, 2003.
Anyway, it is not necessary to say more of how our suppose dramatic and youthful effectiveness could not take us far, or should we say more of either our self to establish the contrast; the simple, unaltered establishment of what we are not against what we are, by our schoolboy and schoolgirl nature tells this experience. But, by profile series of our first meeting, I am tempted to say that, what we became wasn’t resulting from where we met.
It will be seen, then, that you and failed to make our first meeting real, that our first real journey of soul mate, which us in the jungle within our self could not lead home. In fact, it wouldn’t have found us a home in any pattern of that world around us. We were not too young, but our society did not recognize that our imminent self, begins to yarn for that kind of adventure were moment of discovery of our self in the view of another person within our self.
By and large, I can say some part of me, now, and may forever, listens to the sound of your laugh; the little angel whispering in the night of my hearing. Some part of me is still that schoolboy, longing to see you, longing under a pretence to purchasing food in your mum’s canteen. I am still pained when I can not see you. And when I do, your youthful smile, your beautiful eyes – face is a cathedral which I never stop worshiping. I am still that boy who wanted to catch up with you, his jewel, before you dash into the inner room. You were afraid your parent might not approve of this in spite of been fond of me. You and I, still in sleep, dreaming of our own world, together, not looking at the reality which was not too long, but that reality was never our own. We had our own, nurtured within our self, within the space of time to live on.
I see you in dream. My thoughts are always with you, in love still fresh like flowering plants after the dew. You are my choice, I made that long before we met and eventually when we meet it was not difficult coming to you. I’d been waiting for you all my life. My darling, my one, my all, I know in not far distance, graces and faith shall bring you back to me in love second to none.
Your Love Unknown
FELIX O
Thursday, November 20, 2008
WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSE
When one door closes
If it was not in this way; it would have been otherwise. Leaving my formal company was overdue. It must have been heard earlier that I’m on the verge of leaving. And quick replacement would best sort things out. In spite of this I’d work diligently to the uttermost surprise of all – making it difficult to be pushed aside. Not that I could not, but, that, nothing can be attributed to it. But while such opportunity presented itself, it was grabbed with all sincerity. To think of it, the unceremonious exit resulting from the dramatic inversion of the story I once consider a less- big deal made everything more confusing.
It looked like someone played out an agenda in an unsuspected way. Though I can not possibly ascertain that! Maybe I am being presupposition. I shouldn’t debunk the fact that what I got was fair judgement. Do I then, assume that the sudden precaution which everyone turned into is a mere invention, or does, suggest that everyone should be on the look out? Either of it! It is believed, afterward, that everything is a mere prepossession. Or, perhaps, a one man ingenuity.
Was then the shock of Chike’s exit? Perhaps! But I’d offered more explanation against that bar ground after I had presented myself to this cause by telling the Auditor of this relativity.
My own notion is that the answer may, perhaps, be found in the prolific event which would express itself in not far-distance in because I am not aware that two difference situation or case can be treated in the same manner. I do not need to offer anymore explanation. I assert that if I need to be believed, the first is a good way to bringing me to a more suitable end – which is sufficed. And if another is needed, it would drive all of us miles, away to yet unchangeable truth. I was wild, I was impetuous then, and I had no idea of danger whatsoever. The situation had gone so awry for me to returning to the beginning where I can make amend. So coming out of shell was a way out.
I suppose, now, that the tale is over, I would be here, the same Youngman, now making out for what lies ahead while some would, having nothing better to say but to gossip the possibility of that presupposition. But to other, it would be a wakeup call for more precaution before any action is taken. If a single decision of mine to protect someone could land me in the unwanted, such too might never turned out better.
This not to say that there was not anxiety in the prevailing air. Of course, there was. More of it perverted it since the year begins, while everyone work under illusion. The sense that the future looks bleak leaves everyone in the shadow of oneself. And for what it looks like then, I should have been more conscious. I should have weighed the consequence of my action. I should have, possibly, understand that whatever I do in that arena to help my client without the consent or the knowledge of the company would never be taken as such. I should have known all of this! I should have, for heaven sake! I should have. Why did I allow this screwed up everything?
This is not a feeling I could put into words at that time. And it is not true too that I never expressed any fear whatsoever. Of course I did. I only had one unexpressed. The knowledge, within me that where I had looked up for possible way is never going happen having not realised the possibility of market going southward. But the unstable nature of Nigeria’s state economy did.
The present administration seems none existence. Nothing is happening. Everybody does things in there own way not mind if it affects another person. Several barbaric policies is being made on irregular bases by a way to regularise the existing ones which are not reflecting the operational view of the way things are done in the larger community. In doing this, time had shown – seeing the regulatory bodies always on the loggerhead.
Does this suggest they don’t understand each other’s view, or that the principle of regulatory system is one way traffic? Or, possibly, one does not want to play second fibble? For what this is, it always screwed up people’s confidence. And to think of it, it appears in all sense of reasoning that, doing this suggest they understand very well how people accept thing easily even when it kills. Overtime, we had learnt to create an atmosphere for debate by a way of diversion of real attention. It happens everywhere – not in the larger communicate alone, but most profound here.
This sense of ingenuity to please oneself is in everyone. To some, it’s more profound. And to other, though, it is too – but they had learnt to use it for the benefit of another of other. If I may ask, which class among the two do I belong? To be honest, I would say the later. Reason is that whatever I do, I always consider other even at my detriment. I think I should begin to think of myself too. Maybe, if I had done that from the onset, the story would probably not be written.
For now I could not nag at myself anymore. I had done that a lot of time. Blaming myself will not return me to doing otherwise. It was a risk which took then, and it landed me in the unwanted. It could possibly have been otherwise. But isn’t! That doesn’t mean I should not be pardoned if I show remorse. Most people just live life. They were always afraid to do something difference. They can’t just take risk. Whatever comes, they take it.
My life roves around the fact that I own it up to something. Something so gigantic and illustrative which I keep looking for, or keep coming to me like race of sun-flash; something I can possibly see or feel, and could not touch. But I see it whenever I wanted to look down or depress. It looks like one gigantic mirror or window to me that I need to look at, to understanding my usefulness. To think of it this way, I am not ashamed anymore. There was no reason to be ashamed, since, other people, whatever they felt, were equally insecurity. As for me, there may never have been any better judgement on my part. But the people I work for can do whatever they like to achieve there inherent desire at the detriment of their subject, it can not kill the spirit of a man who intelligently bend on the way of success.
The passion for freedom and the reason to getting going were all the reason I tell this story to the management before I was crucified. I must understand that in spite of everything, I should never seize to tap on the new spirit that is hope… hope beacon on us all and so do I…
FELIX O SYLVANUS
Felzzygreen..
July, 08
If it was not in this way; it would have been otherwise. Leaving my formal company was overdue. It must have been heard earlier that I’m on the verge of leaving. And quick replacement would best sort things out. In spite of this I’d work diligently to the uttermost surprise of all – making it difficult to be pushed aside. Not that I could not, but, that, nothing can be attributed to it. But while such opportunity presented itself, it was grabbed with all sincerity. To think of it, the unceremonious exit resulting from the dramatic inversion of the story I once consider a less- big deal made everything more confusing.
It looked like someone played out an agenda in an unsuspected way. Though I can not possibly ascertain that! Maybe I am being presupposition. I shouldn’t debunk the fact that what I got was fair judgement. Do I then, assume that the sudden precaution which everyone turned into is a mere invention, or does, suggest that everyone should be on the look out? Either of it! It is believed, afterward, that everything is a mere prepossession. Or, perhaps, a one man ingenuity.
Was then the shock of Chike’s exit? Perhaps! But I’d offered more explanation against that bar ground after I had presented myself to this cause by telling the Auditor of this relativity.
My own notion is that the answer may, perhaps, be found in the prolific event which would express itself in not far-distance in because I am not aware that two difference situation or case can be treated in the same manner. I do not need to offer anymore explanation. I assert that if I need to be believed, the first is a good way to bringing me to a more suitable end – which is sufficed. And if another is needed, it would drive all of us miles, away to yet unchangeable truth. I was wild, I was impetuous then, and I had no idea of danger whatsoever. The situation had gone so awry for me to returning to the beginning where I can make amend. So coming out of shell was a way out.
I suppose, now, that the tale is over, I would be here, the same Youngman, now making out for what lies ahead while some would, having nothing better to say but to gossip the possibility of that presupposition. But to other, it would be a wakeup call for more precaution before any action is taken. If a single decision of mine to protect someone could land me in the unwanted, such too might never turned out better.
This not to say that there was not anxiety in the prevailing air. Of course, there was. More of it perverted it since the year begins, while everyone work under illusion. The sense that the future looks bleak leaves everyone in the shadow of oneself. And for what it looks like then, I should have been more conscious. I should have weighed the consequence of my action. I should have, possibly, understand that whatever I do in that arena to help my client without the consent or the knowledge of the company would never be taken as such. I should have known all of this! I should have, for heaven sake! I should have. Why did I allow this screwed up everything?
This is not a feeling I could put into words at that time. And it is not true too that I never expressed any fear whatsoever. Of course I did. I only had one unexpressed. The knowledge, within me that where I had looked up for possible way is never going happen having not realised the possibility of market going southward. But the unstable nature of Nigeria’s state economy did.
The present administration seems none existence. Nothing is happening. Everybody does things in there own way not mind if it affects another person. Several barbaric policies is being made on irregular bases by a way to regularise the existing ones which are not reflecting the operational view of the way things are done in the larger community. In doing this, time had shown – seeing the regulatory bodies always on the loggerhead.
Does this suggest they don’t understand each other’s view, or that the principle of regulatory system is one way traffic? Or, possibly, one does not want to play second fibble? For what this is, it always screwed up people’s confidence. And to think of it, it appears in all sense of reasoning that, doing this suggest they understand very well how people accept thing easily even when it kills. Overtime, we had learnt to create an atmosphere for debate by a way of diversion of real attention. It happens everywhere – not in the larger communicate alone, but most profound here.
This sense of ingenuity to please oneself is in everyone. To some, it’s more profound. And to other, though, it is too – but they had learnt to use it for the benefit of another of other. If I may ask, which class among the two do I belong? To be honest, I would say the later. Reason is that whatever I do, I always consider other even at my detriment. I think I should begin to think of myself too. Maybe, if I had done that from the onset, the story would probably not be written.
For now I could not nag at myself anymore. I had done that a lot of time. Blaming myself will not return me to doing otherwise. It was a risk which took then, and it landed me in the unwanted. It could possibly have been otherwise. But isn’t! That doesn’t mean I should not be pardoned if I show remorse. Most people just live life. They were always afraid to do something difference. They can’t just take risk. Whatever comes, they take it.
My life roves around the fact that I own it up to something. Something so gigantic and illustrative which I keep looking for, or keep coming to me like race of sun-flash; something I can possibly see or feel, and could not touch. But I see it whenever I wanted to look down or depress. It looks like one gigantic mirror or window to me that I need to look at, to understanding my usefulness. To think of it this way, I am not ashamed anymore. There was no reason to be ashamed, since, other people, whatever they felt, were equally insecurity. As for me, there may never have been any better judgement on my part. But the people I work for can do whatever they like to achieve there inherent desire at the detriment of their subject, it can not kill the spirit of a man who intelligently bend on the way of success.
The passion for freedom and the reason to getting going were all the reason I tell this story to the management before I was crucified. I must understand that in spite of everything, I should never seize to tap on the new spirit that is hope… hope beacon on us all and so do I…
FELIX O SYLVANUS
Felzzygreen..
July, 08
IBB on the news again
Re- Ex-NDP Chieftain Says IBB Must Contest Presidential Poll
I read, the interview granted by the Ex-NDP Chieftain; Alhaji Hassan Mohammed Jallo, published on daily Sun, Monday November 10, 2008, with no keen interest at all. My lack of interest is induced from the fact that people like him, who claim to always follow a cause they believe in, can not do same without a preserved interest. Interest as this, often fuss with personal gain, and are suffices of every other agitation that may arise. Finding shows that a person with such inclination does not seek the possibility of other ways of achieving set goals. To this end, I would want to channel a course here; to tell Nigerians that the world is matching forward. The world is not waiting; and it can not wait.
Calling for IBB, or, an IBB to contesting any election, again, in this country is indeed, not only mean a lack of foresight, but also, a far, too – way from embracing the wind of change embed in the world political mainstream. I do not know whether what he meant is that Nigeria lacks credible candidate, or, perhaps, he believe she has a tie with IBB.
In my opinion, I am certain that most people in his shoe are as fearful as every one of us, regard the uncertainty, but we did admit that the present situation could not be otherwise from the onset. We knew it’s not going to be difference. But, to him, a renew call for IBB, is an admission of failure in the presence administration. Though, he can not admit that. Much as I find it a topic to response to, I do believe many would want to do the same. It is no difference that we all need change. Change we can believe – the country is going through a politics of pure drama but what kind of end will it be? The world is waiting for the manifestation of the real giant of Africa. The world is waiting!
A view of our selves, now that the world is evolving in a new political stream, should be our priorities. The cause that recognizes individual identity, not base on any political pedigree, or, a true party follower, but on the alter of potentiality, intelligence, idealist, and more of a proactive personnel
FELIX ORISEWIKE SYLVANUS
163b,Silver Crescent
Jakande Estate, Isolo
P O Box 10779,Marina, Lagos
Blizzfelxcoo72ng@yahoo.com
Felzzygreen.blogspot.com
I read, the interview granted by the Ex-NDP Chieftain; Alhaji Hassan Mohammed Jallo, published on daily Sun, Monday November 10, 2008, with no keen interest at all. My lack of interest is induced from the fact that people like him, who claim to always follow a cause they believe in, can not do same without a preserved interest. Interest as this, often fuss with personal gain, and are suffices of every other agitation that may arise. Finding shows that a person with such inclination does not seek the possibility of other ways of achieving set goals. To this end, I would want to channel a course here; to tell Nigerians that the world is matching forward. The world is not waiting; and it can not wait.
Calling for IBB, or, an IBB to contesting any election, again, in this country is indeed, not only mean a lack of foresight, but also, a far, too – way from embracing the wind of change embed in the world political mainstream. I do not know whether what he meant is that Nigeria lacks credible candidate, or, perhaps, he believe she has a tie with IBB.
In my opinion, I am certain that most people in his shoe are as fearful as every one of us, regard the uncertainty, but we did admit that the present situation could not be otherwise from the onset. We knew it’s not going to be difference. But, to him, a renew call for IBB, is an admission of failure in the presence administration. Though, he can not admit that. Much as I find it a topic to response to, I do believe many would want to do the same. It is no difference that we all need change. Change we can believe – the country is going through a politics of pure drama but what kind of end will it be? The world is waiting for the manifestation of the real giant of Africa. The world is waiting!
A view of our selves, now that the world is evolving in a new political stream, should be our priorities. The cause that recognizes individual identity, not base on any political pedigree, or, a true party follower, but on the alter of potentiality, intelligence, idealist, and more of a proactive personnel
FELIX ORISEWIKE SYLVANUS
163b,Silver Crescent
Jakande Estate, Isolo
P O Box 10779,Marina, Lagos
Blizzfelxcoo72ng@yahoo.com
Felzzygreen.blogspot.com
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Hate
Hate
I saw him, Perfect him
Moving nearer the reach
Of that pit- hitch
Eyes close to the day in his leg
And perchance
He might have escaped
The tall downfall
If, perhaps
He sees some good in bad pathWhich
I,Imperfect, would his other eye
Or, possiblyI had not so waited
On this otherside. . .
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike
I saw him, Perfect him
Moving nearer the reach
Of that pit- hitch
Eyes close to the day in his leg
And perchance
He might have escaped
The tall downfall
If, perhaps
He sees some good in bad pathWhich
I,Imperfect, would his other eye
Or, possiblyI had not so waited
On this otherside. . .
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike
To a Valentine Who is Faraway
To a Valentine Who is Faraway
To you
My radiancy
Chidinma
I take this one more vacation forever with you
To dine and wine
Hundreds mile away far away
To the unchangeable
Of days greening our days
Turned yellow leaf from leaveOf excessive absency
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
To you
My radiancy
Chidinma
I take this one more vacation forever with you
To dine and wine
Hundreds mile away far away
To the unchangeable
Of days greening our days
Turned yellow leaf from leaveOf excessive absency
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Monday, April 21, 2008
CAPTURING YOUR LOVE
CAPTURING YOUR LOVE
One moment when earth were babe
we dream search in their landscape
the fecundness of a facelit in eyes lanter
so in dream we adorn, we may
lift up the lamp of life that time
shall never make out with
but because they are creature dark in eyes
the green dream leap to the eyes
amidst in aloft, we walk alternately
in quess for mutation
so our legs on course may climb a greater staircase
dust their dust in ethic of their long arm
above mankind eyes
whose fitness only truncates waiting
but time is not a bed
where I may sleep and forget you ,my only dream
having seen your incomparable fingerprints here endearing
like peahen under white cloud;
life so adorn in that devotional flower
and like anthill whose firmness is feets on ground
I search under your stray leg tarry
the very ample dream uncaptured
among the swag of flowers which you adore
One moment when earth were babe
we dream search in their landscape
the fecundness of a facelit in eyes lanter
so in dream we adorn, we may
lift up the lamp of life that time
shall never make out with
but because they are creature dark in eyes
the green dream leap to the eyes
amidst in aloft, we walk alternately
in quess for mutation
so our legs on course may climb a greater staircase
dust their dust in ethic of their long arm
above mankind eyes
whose fitness only truncates waiting
but time is not a bed
where I may sleep and forget you ,my only dream
having seen your incomparable fingerprints here endearing
like peahen under white cloud;
life so adorn in that devotional flower
and like anthill whose firmness is feets on ground
I search under your stray leg tarry
the very ample dream uncaptured
among the swag of flowers which you adore
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