The Last Stanza
Useless Poetry
useless poetry
as i muse
extremes
come to me
how did i fall
why do we exist
why do we have such funny noses?
(seriously they are amusing)
all these occupy me
whenever unnecessary
people can be so selfish
but who made them so?
why are they not like me?
i am different
but everyone is
does that make us similar?
a funny line teases me
then bland phrases surround it
creating an irregular box
a box with a meaning
sometimes without
i save it still
i start off with a thought
but in the end i forget
how it muddled up with another
then i laugh everything away
is it not stupid?
but nobody is smart!




I wonder if anyone ever put any suggestions in that box. From the looks of it, it looks like...
on 28th July 2010: Any suggestion?very inspiring indeed !`
on Usha Gurung: Business on her mindHi again Emanuel,
It is easy to comment & criticise when what we want is a solution...
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