What am I? A body and brain, Products Of carbon concatenation chemistry, An intelligence and conscience To enable bits of DNA evolve.
I'm someone, anyone; I might be Bachir Gemayel Among guns and shells a Maronite; I might be an Afghan Between powers a puppet Pawned in a Great Game;
Weak, then powerful; Alive, then dead; Somebody, anybody, nobody.
I might be someone else, Maybe a pharaoh, Maybe a dung-beetle, I might be you, I might be a third person; Never more than A safe conduit for some genes.
Why do I write? Because ink flows in my veins, that's why!
The Red Queen, Patanjali Yogasutras, Just William, A Tale of Two Cities, Pickwick Papers, Selfish Gene, Terry Pratchett, Alexander McCall Smith
Just caught your kind words on Paradox, Raamesh! Thanks very much.
I've been in your blog and your poems are wonderful... wow!
Just caught your kind words on Paradox, Raamesh! Thanks very much.
I've been in your blog and your poems are wonderful... wow!