Ever since i have been to you,
You keep on telling your stories,
Of nothing demanding, but letting me to decode you,
Your sound never matches my pattern,
Your sound never cry,
Your sound never crack,
Your silence is your nature.
Amoral believes happen
As we do not have equal values
Between people and societies
And leave unattended
Laws are established
Punishment imposed
Inflicts lawful sanction,
Which guards our lives from endangers,
Results enriching prosperity
Wrongs has no indistinctness
But enunciated for the humanity
For our protection and wellbeing
But some wrongs defined amorphously
Wrongs stand universal
Differ in societies
Among tribes, regions, and continents
Anyway wrongs are wrongs
Never see whoever breached, who never breach
Laws see us equally in dispute and in amity
Laws are blind to see us
Just thought of writing a free stuff. Nothing in the mind, a free writing. Some times it’s easy to make a poem, and more easy to make lines on the above pattern. Free style is always free, with not boundaries, with no limitations.
I’m really not an expert in literature, no did i studied literature. However, i had tried to make a poem on the classical style. I did it. It was the third poem i have ever written. I have lost the first two poems.
After sometime, when i go in to the wordpress’s freshly pressed, i came to know a new type of poem-though i don’t know all the types of poems. It’s the Fibonacci Poem.
The blog post says that it was firstly established by the screenwriter Gregory K. Pincus.
Here’s my first Fibonacci Poem.
My First Fib
These
lines
play your
heart deeply,
and, passionately.
Thank You.
Borne with natural justice,
Have deviated from natural practice,
Tried to make self-natural,
But punished by amoral
Torn-Values dominating distain,
Have departed to an unconscious detain,
We are not more than being stupefied,
But punished by wrongs already specified
Sworn, to comply all rules
Have obligations and rights
Being accepted for common good
But swayed to an undesirable stood
Mourn, every day and night,
Have no way to escape from madness,
Being trapped everywhere,
But we don’t presume to happen anywhere
The Deep Chasm 