A Long Way To Go, Getting To The End Poem by Musfiq us shaleheen

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Words that sudden came to stop, if again the speed gets, undoubtedly would like to say that straight path, even the way grew bend, the way of love to be born, seemed a color, first purple flower to be bloomed, even petals were going to be dropped, having had relish of the other colors, a long way to go, getting to the end

Again another spring has reminded, the first call of the pied crested cuckoo, if red flamboyant blooms beside your known road and if again forms of deep purples to your eyes, in your mind, flying with the wings of birds who are cheering you up, floating on the white clouds raft, brings thousands of dreams and endless love on the ride

Then each lost path a teach, every bend a layer of new born, ups and downs of the path of life, when rushed towards the mouth of the river, twisted with many other mystic life, every fold of time is moved to be forever, but we only see a single page, others are lost in infinite time

During constantly changing of time, the images stand, love impressed the next generation, see in a moment, again lost in the space of dark and light, sometimes forms as a poetry in the pen of a poet, delivered on a white paper randomly, if words match with urge, grows as a sonnet or an epic, paves the way for the next generation to understand the undefined unknown road
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen