I had never dreamed
And assumed
That I should be rich
And world should be within my reach
I never prayed for worldly happiness
I wanted cheerful face
To make parents happy
And feel their time peacefully
Many times when mothers used to fall sick
I was, as child, used to pray god to restore her back
Take few years from life and grant her long stay
Such was attachment that was unique in a way
You all know what poverty is about?
It takes heavy toll and has deep root
No one would come to your rescue
And offer assistance even if they view it
Despite all these, I wished to be ordinary
Humble, down to earth and visionary
Who could see and observe real secret
The world if wanted to go mad, let it happen
I had seen one thing out right
It was for acquiring material delight
No one was asking for good health and prosperity
It was with one aim and all prayers for almighty
ah! what a moral content! God Bless. what and how can i say how much i love reading these humble, true to the core verses, that an everyman's life! a pure, true depiction of souls born and yet to, i should say, as i have just felt about the birds after its versification. Kindly see if you can review my 'memory birds' just posted, respected sir. God Bless.
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i like it Rusti Davis27 minutes ago this is great.. holds lots of meaning for many i am sure Comment +1
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I had never dreamed And assumed