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After reading this poem, some of friends liked it. So, this is the test ground to lay this words.


we chant tunes that turn deaf to us
the parades of wisdom are like mare voids
excavated like cavity no parable to reap
engraving of our brethren, earth remembers its mishaps
we drought our mind until there is nothing to marvels
no drop of observation enchants our ways
galaxies intensifies but we give no glimpse to grasps our mind


free from structure chaos....its short...