Can’t walk freedom with Man: A poem 

The plant shoots out, then the tree  But the roots, like the wind, are not free  Microchips and AI are moments in time  And, sooner, they will be older wine  Can we scour the stars for freedom  Circumstance is the gravity of wisdom’s kingdom  We can have a lot of technology for tea  But progressContinue reading “Can’t walk freedom with Man: A poem “

Arranged marriage for the bride: A poem 

Her head is glass, her life is paper  Her fate is the poetry of an occluded mirror  She walks the seven rounds of the fire  And garlands the mystery of the sire  The tears glitter with her hope in the unknown  To what reality her seeds have been sown?  Await that the innocence of eggsContinue reading “Arranged marriage for the bride: A poem “