Hey, the Craven!
strolling like a rolling stone
running behind to make money
by foul and fair
giving the name of wiseness
lurking for lust
have made this world
worst than hell
spreading hatredness
divided the mankind
into race and religion
begone from my sight.
Let me enjoy the cup of poetry
am asking the Almighty
to pour more and more poems
in the cup of my poetry
where the moon will reflect
And I'll kiss the moon
through cup of my poetry
to make me realise
the coldness of her breath
where stars will assemble
to enlighten my soul.
I'll pray my master
to fill with His entire creation
when I'd be lost
forgetting all delusion of life.
A beautiful cup of poetry flowing to enlighten soul. Beautiful poem pleasant to read.
Let some spill for us to taste. Nice poem. Thank you.
Let's see you filling your cup ever and ever. A unique write sir
I'll pray my master to fill with His entire creation when I'd be lost forgetting all delusion of life. A beautiful poem and lovely last stanza.
I enjoyed the rhythm of your poem along with it's beautiful message. Our poems are held in a cup, their enchanting aromas enticing people the world over, as they drink their morning cups in contemplative thoughts while continually writing more poetry. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn
beautiful heart is reflecting in a cup of poetry. may He bless you more than you wish.
Poetry lightens the burden of life and soul experiences a peace within that is reflected in your poem.
Beautiful poem, Ramesh. I hope our cups of poetry always overflow. They are so important to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cup of poetry overflowing with the realities in life and its remarkable memories is sweetest than honey!