Wednesday, 27 August 2014
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Thursday, 7 August 2014
A Cycle
This
poem I wrote for a contest that didn't work out. It describes our existence on
earth, our evolution and our cycle. We are born then we live to die and this
cycle goes on. And same is for our planet, Earth. It describes the importance
of being "grey". That is, good and bad are always there with a balance. Now, I think, it's going quite boring so just read it and feel free to share your
opinion with me on the same.
Let's move back like ago three billions
Where there's nothing except some illusions
Warily O warily, this emptiness wailing
hollow
Walked towards a dazzling shadow to make it hallow
Then, the grace the sheen and the floating traits
Trolled the distance between, to bud a wad
And this is how man got its first trace
In something called life, a race
Now, we on the page One of Man's story
Where he's on the learning path to glory
Gaily O Gaily, He's trying working and fighting to
live
To do justice to a gift that universe rarely gives
Then the fire the food and the turning wheel
Set "ON" the playing pictures of his
life's reel
And then, he makes his dormant emotions agile
That carry the power to turn him both, Strong and
fragile.
He played the role of a father mother sister or a
brother
And of a son daughter friend enemy or a lover
Slowly O slowly, he learned to help to give and to
care
But to learn only good and divine is, darling, a
dream mere
With light comes the dark; with good time comes the
hard
So, with truth he gained lies and with friendship
he made envy ties
While giving birth to man another, he didn't
hesitate to kill the other
With kindness he turned greedy as the lust and
luxuries tickled him hungry
Beginning with all good then slowly tainting
is a godly wisdom to attain nothing enchanting
Freely O freely, every positive have to meet
opposite
To, again, be a balanced zero with stability lit
Man has followed the same thus on a way to
destruction
to end this land which is preparing for a new
excursion
The wrong shall rise, for the above right so holy
to complete the cycling wheel for the
start of a new journey.
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
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