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Little Boy's Caress
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Walking through corridor
I saw a little boy-
Talking with a man
With full of joy.
White shirt, blue pant
And a shoe pair,
Standing on the ground
Not far from the stair.
The boy had a comb
To part the hair,
Using to that man
Who was there.
Suddenly the boy
Looked at me coming-
I asked him smiling,
"What are you doing?"
The boy said,
"I will part you hair,
Don't stand far away
Come to me here!"
I went to the boy
Bend my head down,
To get his love
That he had shown.
What the boy did,
Symbol of his love-
Which is very rare
In this world of shove.
I thanked the boy
And get back to the job,
Where I get, a lot
Scuttle full of sob.
I love this poem, because, because it in post-modern manner actualizing ballads and searching for wonder in our daily life (much more actual than formalists do; for example Victor Schlovsky)... You can see in many web sites how post-modern theory claims that "poetry is died". But poems like this one is answer how new poetry can have life, and that poetry exist in our daily life.
Thank you for sharing with us your unique talent
With deepest respect,
Nikola Kitanovic Nikkolai