Loaded with larvae and mere lies.
A walk of life, a sound? His parasitic round.
Discarded footwear and fear he hides."
- A W Manfred.
I once wrote a poem. I call it a dada poem. It is a mixture of words put together from different mediums of print and in limerick style. I did read that poems are read by the reader and interpreted in their own way, hence I do not want to reveal my own interpretation of the poem. But I would say out of the two universal states of mind. This poem hovers around "fear" and not "love". And it is mandatory for a human to understand what fear is, to fully comprehend what love is. PS: As for A W MANFRED, that would be my own pseudonym.(I thought I needed one) A W stands for "Ashwyn Warrier" and Manfred is a name which means "Peace" - In fact a very Libran name.
