Youth
is a
Flower
That
wafts
To the
wind of love,
Basks
in the
Sunshine of hope
And
floats on the
Turbulent waves of
Emotions.
Youth
is a
Welcome
arch
For
days of bliss;
Youth
is an
Ever-widening
Horizon
of opportunities….
Nay,
youth is
A
kaleidoscope of
Succulent dreams.
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At midnight
A lone bird cries
When the din and bustle
Of urban life dies;
The bird’s cry
Sounds mysterious.
Does it pour out
Its tragic tale
For an unknown poet
To translate it,
Or does it lament
Over the poet’s weakness
To be heard aloud himself
In this strife-ridden world?
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Whenever a flower
Blooms,
It takes care
To look smart, fresh,
Pleasing and memorable;
For it knows
It blooms only once
During its sojourn on
earth.
Likewise,
Why should I not,
When my poetic feelings
Gush to the surface,
Produce pearls of
excellence
For all to treasure?
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Mist
engulfs the landscape
And
nothing is visible,
And
signs of flora and fauna
Are
hardly legible.
Sun
exerts itself
To
drive away the mist;
It
wants to rule the earth
With a
strong fist.
Soon
the veil of mist is torn
And
hills are seen,
And
boughs and leaves
Glitter
with sheen.
And the
valley echoes
The
shrill notes of birds,
And
standing crops
Whisper
melodious words.
The
world that lay hidden
Is now
in limelight,
And its
unfolding splendour
Causes
sheer delight.
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Nobody can prevent
The birth of a thought,
Idea or an ambition;
So, let it rise freely
Like a rising sun
In full glare and glamour
And create ripples
Of change around!
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The
vastness of sea
Expands
my vision;
The
surging waves
Raise my
expectations;
The
innumerable sand grains on the beach
Keep my
heartbeats ticking;
The
unfathomable depths
Inspire
me to dive deeper into the self;
And the
distant horizon
Ever
beckons me as I progress.
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