Yet they are made and kept sending
The reason we are taught
Life is like an ocean
And our endeavours are like ripples
We should keep making them
Few of them will create a poem like waves
And sometimes make you float up on the shore of success.
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whitethey have no power of thunderingno water to pouron the thirsty mindsof the gatheringconfused i stoodon the stageto avoid this awkwardnessi give a wide smileand saidif i know anythingexcept poetry that isi can defend well my religionand my countrythis i am doing since my child hoodbut alas! they sayi do not belong to themi am…
Above us was the starry sky
As if we were in the seventh heavenWhen we laid on the field lush greenThough we did not have any wingYet we never stopped to flyShe was made my queen and I her kingOur breaths in excitement went all dryThat soft touch of her fingersI shake I shudder when I rememberAs the memory in my…
Everyday out of the step
Sits and greets me goodNight and happy morningOne is honesty other is defeatAt the distance taunting tricksLie laughs and schemes teaseAs I reject their friendshipsBut my soul tells my struggleWill end with a graceWhen defeat will bring victoryOver capricious success.
You may heard of a bird that resides in your heart
But grey to maximum that goes out and in without your controlIts name is unknown to some oneBut to few it is hope that perches on boughsThen it is obvious that you have a tree insideAnd a tree cannot grow without soilAnd the soil is the bank of a riverAnd the river streams away with…
Keeping all isms behind
Through unknown watersBefore it is capsizedDrops all attachments and bondsBeing emptied and lightedElevates more to sink into selfThe truth is that in every oneThe soul is the sameAt the bottom of the selfThe soul is wrapped in suf – the woolEmits the glorious warmth of loveFeels not, only a fool.
Me (I wanted to write this one as simple and popular poetry, however, suggestions are welcome)
Though I am not born in a wonderful landBut when they start to searchThey findMyPower liesIn the renunciation of fear and greedAnd the most wonderful thingIs my heart and soulWhatever the landscape isIt is my lifeAnd I am the kingI often wonder from where I get so much joyThough I do not play with golden…