Zenith Poem by SHIVAKUMAR GANACHARI
Zenith
Sacrificed aspirations for
Given promise, never stood up
For yourself, fulfilled duties
Forgot to take space
Believed, goodness comes
With compound interest
Remain in the dictionary …
Gained on your abilities
Self-reliant and self-made man
Kept your palm forever down
Spotless life continues to
Inspire. Soul keeps communicates
Day begins with your blessings
How fortune am I
How fortune am I
SHIVAGEETHA
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