The sun of poem
Is risen from the ocean of words!
Perhaps, it is an outcome of
Some rosy mystical deeds! !
Light of expression had its dawn
Birds of thoughts are flying on...
The wind of pleasantness permeates
Through the common men and the scholars
Rivers of observations are flowing on...
Flowers of expectations are blooming on...
Hills of ovations
Exist without hesitations
Rays of hopes have been framed
Ways for haps are being formed
The darkness of dullness has vanished
The ism of enthusiasm has vanquished
Workman ship has started
Worship too has started
A move came,
A momentum came,
Sense came,
Sentience came-
The sun of poem
Is risen from the ocean of words!
Possibly, on the earth
It may create the desired worlds! !
Along with time
To emancipate in progressive modes
The sun of poem
Is risen from the ocean of words!
It is the greatest sight to view!
Let us adhere to it and let us become new! !
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