Few quotes are excellent poems
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The experience of man is limited
To gather that desired experienceHe moves from one place to anotherAnd meets with lots of people as a travellerI do not take adventurous travelling to acquire educationI am very coward type of a manI make little moves to meet peopleFrom towns and villages alikeThis trait I got from my grand fatherHe used to say we…
The neighbourhood boy
We all called on himSuddenly I heard a cracking sound outsideI came out to see what happenedNothing I found, only a crow flew cawingInside of the roomLoud sound of cryingIt is merely a co-incidenceIf you believe it, you believe a superstition.
Where the blood is pure and holy,
Where the blood is not shed and spoiled,Where the blood is not sucked and spilled.Where the life is pure and holy,Where the life is dear and costly,Where the life is not rotten and wasted,Where the life is not stagnant and gutted.Where love is pure and holy,Where love is not taken cheaply,Where love is not a…
Long ago the sun has gone
In shame the moon hides her faceBehind the cloak of darkness, all theCreatures are in happy slumber deepOnly the stars and I am wide awakeThey all stitch words in your praiseIn glory and pride they offer at your feetThe beautiful flowers full of a blanketBut I make lei of tears to hang upon your breastYou…
I walk down the road
In this world the most powerfulThe richest manAs if I am the ownerOf the sun and the moonThough I carry in my heartbag- full ‘ laugh of dolorous’Yet I laugh aloudAs better sense made me a manWho relinquishesThe stupid desireAnd the gory pleasureOf this carnivorous worldYet I see some peopleWho, with stern faces,Run helter skelterWithout…
Billions stars in the galaxies
Known to a handsome dictionaryMy poems are the stars of the cosmosThat means you cannot even name them allLet alone to retort back what’s in a name!Billions flowers bloom in unknown woodsThat means these are more than you able to countAnd more than your nose could smellEach flower is a poem of mineEach day they…