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He sits on the street corner 
His woolly dog is sleeping 
His friend Cane always with him 
In his hands an old flute 
Playing his misfortune.

His eyelids fused together 
He hears the passers’ footsteps and heartbeats, 
He hears the laughs, anger, and sights, 
He perceives people’s cruelties and indifference. 
The outside world synopsizes poignant noises.

His inside world enlightens his senses 
Touching, feeling, reasoning the abstracts 
The outside darkness no longer scares him 
His brain and heart’s insights lead him 
Through it, indulge in it to find out magical lights.

Lights in the deep depths of darkness 
Lights in the feeling of the fresh air 
Lights when it touches his cheek and caresses his hair 
Lights when his heart opens his eyes to see the unseen 
Lights when he sees things that sighted eyes are so blind to see.

He once asked an old man 
‘What does life look like?’ 
The old man smiled for a while and said: 
‘The core of life is all within us, englobes us 
What remains outside is just shade’. 
 
 


Socalledpoetry of Biba (2017)