Poems from ASUS
I was played as the rhythm of life
Served as sauce to toasted bread aside,
Daylight my shadow
Slept furiously by the hillside,
Raging...
Our lives are pieces of poems, on the puzzle of time
Still images of the past,
sinking into time,
it was once a vast land of minds and acts,
until a stranger called west stole her soul and...
I meet the devil this afternoon,
He was pale but rode a good mood,
Sir, can I grant you a peep of the face life wears underneath that hood...
I don't need an award for this,
Neither do I wish to be known for this.
I need an award for those who would go through this,
And also...