It is unending process
I am getting powerful access
Ideas float in mind
The poem gets shape of its kind
I go on writing
The quest for more is igniting
It is heartening and delighting
The sun illuminates with its lighting
No darkness is there
Fresh flowers are everywhere
Eyes see the magic power of nature
Is it not our bright future?
Pain and agony may have impact
But mind diverts it with powerful act
Limitations are not taken into account
Fresh invasion is to mounted
It is war against poverty
It is struggle for purity
It is imagination for brotherhood
It is love for neighborhood
Love them and spread message
You will be heard in all ages
Life may end and mortals may remain
Let poems air message with pain
Good one Prabhakar Ramaswami22 minutes ago Missing something - imagery? Comment +1
poetry as a tool Elijah o.b Zoff22 minutes ago Maybe it was me but this poem was all over the place. +C bro, +C
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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