Life Force

Rating: 5.0
Why sing of hills, rivers, skies and trees
In themselves they remain
Inert objects
Without theme, color and meaning-
Pictures static in time
Until soul invests them
With passion, pain and mystery.

Their beauty is a black curtain
Until love penetrates it like shafts of light

Men and women are toys
Unless divinity shines through their eyes
Like peaceful stars.

Gold heaped on gold
Will turn to coal
Unless bridges are built,
Homes raised
Hunger and thirst appeased
By its golden power.

A book is not a book
Until read
With ever new delight
And a house of bricks
Not really a home
Unless the laughter of youth
Breaks through its walls.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
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COMMENTS
Nader Baheri 16 November 2012
really enjoyable.great work.with really marvelous ending.and the garden is not a garden unless the children playin around then. best wishes~nb
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Sumitra Das 26 September 2012
Nothing like a happy home
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A rare insight into the human life alone makes you tell the mind.. happiness just drops in irrespective of the breaks and let us hope the universal home and its innumerable inmates are going to be happy once..
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Walterrean Salley 15 September 2012
Engaging thoughts, full of truth. A wonderful Write.
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Payal Parande 13 September 2012
lovely just lovely...the words really flow like a stream which make the piece more alluring and beautiful...i loved it thank you for sharing love, payal
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Valerie Dohren 10 September 2012
A beautiful poem, very meaningful and thought provoking write.
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Neela Nath Das 09 September 2012
wonderful expression. Loved it.
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