Sparkling little stars
Remember me my ancestors
As the dark night come
They appear and I get talk with them
Throughout night and deep sky
I share my secrets, I feel shy
Full of promises, beaming on cloud nine
Meeting with them purposely
Coz, they always make me feel alive
They Give me blessings, show me heaven
I always thankful to my ancestors
For the delightful night
I usually spend with them
When I walk down their memory lane
I Remember, I have to be like them
Pour hearted, rich and adorable
They Direct me towards my ambition
Shiny day come with new rays of hope
They Insist me to go and early wake up
I greet them and expect to see them soon
I Wish my ancestors shining used to.
Ancestors are the stars. They appear and I get talk with them Throughout night and deep sky They Give me blessings, show me heaven Pour hearted, rich and adorable They Direct me towards my ambition So very nice. Naive explanation it shines tob e. But there is lot of truth. Imagination is more wonderful and effective than Pure intelligence. May your ancestors lead you to achieve your ambitious tasks. I am happy to read such a poem. Thank you dear poetess. tony
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Lovely poem. A tribute to the ancestors who inspire the younger ones to imbibe their qualities and nurture old values which have been forgotten to a large extent. Thank you, Larika. Coz, they always make me feel alive They Give me blessings, show me heaven I always thankful to my ancestors
Thank you so much Rajnish sir