When my mind burns,
Heart feels pain of
many puzzles
Those are tainted with
sorrows,
And happened to be fearsome,
Life being not
performing
With right actions from
Entities those are
pondering
With sections cut by a
knife,
Frustrations everywhere,
Remorse it is there not
to live,
But to get a death, a
chase for
Emancipation, as
impediments
Gets stuck around life’s
journey,
No dear one near to
life.
Then I go to flowers,
They only smile, not
knowing,
How they bloom and
seasons
Accept them as great
creation,
Every time they come
and prosper.
Flowers only say, “Smile
always.”
But how?
An insect is there to
eat away essence.
nature is magical,
ReplyDeleteso does your poem.
great imagination.
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