Poetry – Fiction or Not
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Rocks make stones
Stones make bones
Bones make a man
But literally ,how it can?
The power of god, whose
existence he believes to refuse
Then values make truth
In every heart it flies
That truth pretends to be true
But has hidden lies
Then truth makes belief
Belief in a fake or some
The power the truth seeks
Lies within the hands of only me
The belief makes hope
That rejoices everything
The hope becomes greed
And drowns a living being
Then hope makes happiness
A joy that easily paves a way
Happiness has magic
That again makes rocks sparkling in a bay
The life keeps on going this way
Understood by almost none
But u, me and all say
That we can freeze the sun
Because we have become someone
Ha Ha, yeah you have
you became something
You evaluated
from human to a machine
Our earth is a huge ball
Some play with it
Some roll over it and fall
It is an open book
which you overlook
Read it for a while
Imagine its world
Know its characters
And be like one who curls
The straight path
And make it twisted
Only you can walk over it
And you think,I can write
But i know, i can’t
I tell you what i see
Your love is all i want
It’s your world, your life
If it’s fiction,it doesn’t matter
Only knowledge you have to scatter
To figure its secret
And find ways to live it
Now you tell me!
Rock to happiness-how was your journey
Like your soul?
So simple but confused at a while
Or
Like your heart?
Totally stoned but happiness breaks it apart
It is going a little deep here
But the center of earth is far a lot
Kind of dreamy, isn’t it?
So tell me what you got
What you learnt, what life is!
Fiction or Not?
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