Treasure Island

Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Feeling


Deep in my heart
I have this feeling...

Feeling to be good
Feeling to be kind
Feeling to be open
Noble, gentle, and humble...

Feeling to be helpful
Feeling to be truthful
Feeling to be respectful
Faithful, cheerful, and thoughtful...

Feeling to be friendly
Feeling to be sincere
Feeling to be polite
Considerate, obedient, and honest...

And a feeling to make
The world a happy nest.

Search your heart
And tap that feeling
The feeling of serenity
The feeling of tranquillity
The feeling of grace
The feeling of peace
The feeling of love
The feeling of life
The feeling that leads you
To the realm of light.

Nurture this feeling
Think and let it grow...
The feeling will rid
The world of its sorrow
And this feeling will bring
An all new tomorrow.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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  • Patricia Grantham (6/4/2013 6:20:00 PM)

    This is really good. What would the world be like if
    people did no have feelings. I would think that it would
    be a most miserable place to exist in. Feelings are what
    the human body is made up of. Please read my poem Emotions
    A good write. (Report) Reply

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