of the diction,
the profound love
and longing for
the poet’s lover
blossoms with
passion within him
just like a flower
opening in the warm
rays of the morning sun.
(A poem written from the comments of the great Poetess MarieShine)
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The drama is
Being staged.
It is
Only for
Pure love,
The light is
Being focussed.
And we are
Fortunate to
Know the history
Of drama and light.
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And look wise
But difficult to follow
With lying low
Lesson to forget
But not others let
All rages within
But unable to win
Respect to elders
But in words to wonder
Forgets to soldier the responsibility
Clearly proving inability
Why to speak in air?
When we are not fair
Simply to forget others
Think of only self and bother
We are like that
Feet down to earth and clearly state
We will not change
Even with the advancement of age
We may die as it is
And blame for fault of His
May call poor human being
Even when death approached king
So die honorably as wicked person
You may feel happy with reasons
At least you may feel good about being bad
So there won’t be any excuses for feeling sad