(A prose which was written few months back)
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(for some of my friends whom I lost sadly today) .....
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for those whom are SO holy in my mind,
I steal from my thoughts few thoughts,
for whom called warriors and poets....
those who create
from the end start, from the failure success..
whom they have so odd stories, filled by
pain and long ways of trials,
their aching souls witnessed many traps...
they never stop despite the stabs
their success is the journey... the taste
of that rest after
walking the long hectic ways..the rest of the
bleeding feet..the taste of
admireres whom with them so long
differ...
the demolishing which build in them
a tower.
the pure feeling which born from a
suffer,
the deep vision, the wisdom which heal and recover
Warriors and poets.. do talk while
they walk..they do not sit or rest,
chairs are created for the guests but not for the
hosts..
.. that day found my self standing again and alone,
that moment only i felt again free..so
happy i was
soaring and realized that i'm a seed of a
warrior..perhaps i'm a seed of a poet
I walked my long way again once again to
start again, at the end i sang for the
freedom...my freedom from that
chair.. it was a few
moments after my success
which can be considered as a failure by
others
that day....
one girl said to me..you are a fish and have been thrown to sea
but that sea rejected me when discovered that i'm not a fish but another sea
what a beauty, what a greatness when you belong to you, when no one own you, when your soul stay always soaring when your soul stay free
free..free..free
Losing friends is one of the most bad part but it's a part of life that we try to not happen. But after all these things, we learn and learn. Your poem is good!
Sad, you lost all your poets friends in a day, it scares me madame I will give you 10 marks for your poem.
the soul is something that only you and GOD control. it will take you to places beyond your wildest dreams of things seen and unseen. as for the question. you are the seed from both the poet and the warrior. the strength from the warrior and the beauty of the poet. GOD BLESS
warriors and poets do talk while they walk they do no sit or rest they do not have time to rest their mind is too busy. like this
This is not easy doing, there is a cause here, a pain, much beyond one; s own life. When things go that way, the mind thinks differently. This is so real. Your expression can carry ones emotions.10
struggled to find the true meaning behind it, but when i did i loved it.. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perfect..a new subject with rich and meanigful way writeen poem.. i really liked it much..well done..10/10