Ekin's Poems

Ekin's Poems

Vulnerable Anvil

Stinking are the cornersRepulsion sees connivanceObnoxious is just to intimidateThe fragrance gets mixed with itAdversary only not a foe; to be grinning soonAnvil is lava hot and molding is toughPretensions are from the both sidesThe brighter one is better at concealingA single drop in the cluster of dropsOnerous is the stirringReluctance is the manner initiallyPrevailing one is blurred; tribe is confused so is the chiefLife is strange EkinPathetic to see you maneuvering o! Chief

Replacement is not a change
Lest the change be replacement onlyThe change yet far and beyondReplacement is not a change o! chiefHopes are from the old mindsetA heart is to change not the regimeWearing old shoes further tightens the spiral lifeOld one is to lead to catastropheCompensation with ability is just inevitable; for the Novice older ones My beloved chiefIntoxicated demand more toxicityKnow not it allCurved life is desparate for a straight breathingLet the arrow be in two directions simultaneouslyArrow of filling and the arrow of solaceRedress invites further decay onlyThe life is by chanceThe life is strange EkinYour majesty must walk on the two edged swordLove you my chief
(Please keep Mr. Barak Obama in mind while contemplating these words)