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ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

Poetry Of The Future


O the words of deeds! Come
To construct poetry of the future-

While the sun of thought dawns
Over the sea of mind
While the birds of desires fly
Over the earth of expectations

O the words of deeds! Come
To construct poetry of the future

Language of our living should be proper
Expression of our life should be finer

To have the flowers of delight
Flowing in our blood,
To have the breeze of peace
Prevailing over our hearts

O the words of deeds! Come
To construct poetry of the future

We must stay as sentences
In poetry of the future-
We must glitter as images
In poetry of the future-

Submitted: Friday, December 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 13, 2013

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