Chief among my interest in earlier years had been writing and reading. Poetry was and is still my passion. I would post some works as and when I can . Hope it would goad me into writing more.
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Chief among my interest in earlier years had been writing and reading. Poetry was and is still my passion. I would post some works as and when I can . Hope it would goad me into writing more.
Our Forum is like a Banyan tree
Where people come and feel free
To sit and talk of future unknown
Talk of time which's coming or gone.
They talk of God and ways to reach,
Holy men bring up gospels and preach.
Some come from far and some from near
Everyone finds a sympahthatic ear.
Their hopes are high and spirits low,
Everyone's eager to be happy and grow.
Here is the place where they'll surly find,
People, friends and kins who are kind.
Some may want to learn and earn,
some may want their bad times to turn.
Some may be laughing and some may cry,
But people never cease to try.
Here they'll find a friend or a guide,
A hope for their times to turn a tide.
A helping hand and a welcome smile,
Will greet you my friend, sit here a while.
This is our great Banyan tree my friend,
Don't worry,be happy come near and stand,
Give us your hand, together we will stand,
To weather the storms holding hand in hand.
-Hemant
Very true! Nice poem!
Thanks PP,
coming from the master of English Language, I feel honoured.
Sun is setting slowly.
The evening air is laden with
The remnants of scattered sounds
of children running
around the corridors
of nearby school.
Those are the happy sounds.
Much opposite of the ones
when they walked in the school.
The soul , is now able
to feel approaching
Freedom for myself.
The load of the baggage carried
all my life
Is being thrown away soon.
Journey to unknown
is what I am looking for
with eager heart.
Soon the hospital bed will be vacant
The waves in the monitor
will soon be a straight line.
Let it be after the sunset.
O lord..!!
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Dear friends,
Some of my Haikus are being posted today.
LONLINESS
My lonliness stays in this
Room made of nothingness whose walls are
Guarded by crowd of memories.
DEATH OF A GIRL CHILD
Tearful mother crushed small mouth
Firmly to her milk oozing breast and
The girl child was dead
INNOCENCE
where did my innocence go
When I came to know the difference
Between the right and wrong?
Wonderful Haiku's..!
Deep & soul-stirring!
Dear RR and PP,
I would reply your kind words with a haiku.
MY POEMS ARE.......
Every moment of unbearable pain
assumes the body of words of anguish
with torrents of silent tears
Is this real tragic expression( may God forbid!) or poetic imaginary expression? :?