1) MY CHILDHOOD POEM
In a
childhood day once I was a little bee,
Catch a lot
of nectar of candied sense,
Dessert of
anxiety, no scare suspense,
With my
unbeatable voice full of sense.
I had
breathed my nonage nurturing plays,
Which
filled my eyes with heavy battle rays,
In the days
of winter shaking in the blaze,
Ranch gave Twings and lightened of maize.
The shadow
appealed me on the meadow,
That cultivating
garden of life, cast the echo
It turns
glow up as form of rainbow colors,
Tone and
blush of life pots to mold curves
Pillars of life is the outlet based on this
era,
It might be
round, triangular, bitsy or extra,
Sequel of
springs reflected durability of its,
Airspace force then to uproot the faiths.
2) Dispose
Who wanted to dispose other……
Collecting the fruits of ethical team use on ground forever,
digging, picking, harvating link the blessings of gratitude.
Initially
those misuse, generate system to falsehood,
Squeeze the
confidence, take inducement form minors,
Tinge
mission heavy load drag up to the fatigued block,
Barren
trees delight only serene joy in exhibition portrait.
Bright blue
sea tranquil its beauty survives by the effort like this,
Dispose the
things, thoughts, emotions which haunted he mind,
Let them
allow to cross the threshold of criticism and shrewd,
Truly faith on one can easily break the bath of sacred thought.
Telling the truth is not a cruelty but it is the thorny street to go,
Growing the tall tree of sensibility with the lamp of knowledge,
Coming deeds, fair sound of reality gives us return of sublimity,
Packing new thoughts with various of challenging ways reaches,
Every passing I learned and furnished my ideas and innovation,
I confidence on hardworking hearts and dreams the biggest one
blooming flowers of my path is hidden trap of poisonous result,
I build courage to have and experience the unloyalty of behavior.
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