Like a blooming bud, holds within
A beautiful flower that speaks million
Our life is a compact disk
Full of surprises that speak.
Like a Stagnant water in the pond
Doesn't know the pleasure of flowing around
A child with all virtues in the inside
Takes complete lifetime to explore.
Like a ripe fruit on a tree attract
All birds and insect with its smell treat
A mature man in his full strength
Never goes unnoticed with his wisdom plinth.
Like the shade of a tree sooths away
The soul of tiring passersby
Blessing and guidance of elders
Enlighten path of freshers.
Like an impossible task to accomplish
A man seeks ways to ultimately finish
We talk aloud about generation gap
Do we even try, one day to bridge the gap.
Like a gossip so delicious
Pleasuring on other's hidden secrets
Discussion of problem, has no solution
Time to redefine the viewpoint in assertion.
YOUR LIKES KIND OF CREATIVE POETRY I thought to write something else but these words came and showed how life has been very good all through maturation but after that we land in generation gapS we land in broken relationships. Isn't it now time to step out redefine our viewpoints that bridge this gap. Man has fathomed even space treasure, why he's still lacking this IntegraL l measure.. Photo by cosmic timetr on unsplash.
the bridging hand title wise underpins the gist of the meaningful piece.Thanks as well for your lovely comment on my [moon]
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I would like to translate this poem
Our life is a compact disk full surprises that speak... beautifully conceived! This is sweet poem carrying lucid expression! Appreciated.......10/10
Thank-you sir for your kind applauded. Thank-you sir for inspiring.