Vivek Tiwari

Rookie - 98 Points (23 July 1985 / Gaura (R.S.) Pratapgarh)

Gold - Poem by Vivek Tiwari

Once a friend proposed
`Gold is pleasure, gold is joy`.
I wished earnestly
Had I gold I were happy
And pleasures of life I could enjoy.

I met a chance
My lot seemed to appeared
Passing my way
I found a gold coin
I remembered my friend
I felt happy and gay.
Now I could be glad and jovial
But Alas!
My prompted pleasure was not sought real.....

Ahead the furlongs some two or three
Some bloody armed robbers followed at me
I rushed
I cried
I screamed for help
But none was to help me
To save my treasure
With a sudden stumble I fell on the ground
They surrounded me all around
In their clutches of terrible grasp
I felt terrified, I felt fear bound.

They roared at me and demanded the coin
I being soul-afraid
Gave them the coin.
Getting the gold they set me rerlaxed.
I felt comforted I felt very glad
I felt really happy without the gold.

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Comments about Gold by Vivek Tiwari

  • Veteran Poet - 1,063 Points Kanav Justa (12/28/2012 3:10:00 AM)

    Thats a true thing... these kinds of comforts are temporary.... we should seek out for the things that will make us happy forever .. nice write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 27, 2012


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