old rivalary


i realized
what someone meant by saying
philosophy and poetry are neighbors
and they never meet
but sometimes they do
and wonders occur
it rains upside down
Newton seems mad
philosophy forgets science
poetry does all the
crazy things


fishes fly

moon gets dimpled

before science knows

fairies become alive


but today i caught them

and i am mad
i might dance whole night naked
will pray
someone should write
as i am mad for rest of my life…

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