Virtuous circle
Shall i say my words in verse
To hide in rhythms my worse
Shall i paint my quiet pains dusk
And veil them by tonight dust
Shall i say my words to waves
To crash them on hard rocks
Shall i whisper them to present time
Let their silent echoes past
Shall i tell them to a crafted bard
Weave them in a structured verse
Shall i or shall i not say…
The words mess around nights and days
I opt to pray them at Dawn-
The answer dissipates my night.
S.C.P.B
So-called Poetry of Biba 