We travel in here, in this world of a maze,
Wild, young, mercurial, and free.
With many things around, ruining us,
Someway too blind to notice or see.
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Running and running
Tired and tired.
Shortness of breath,
Shortness of time.
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What is fake?
Well, what is true?
We heard these terms.
But our ancestors,
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Nature, the most beautiful gift we can ever have!
From forests to wildlife and streams to oceans.
It's like the most precious flower.
But we are plucking it's petals, day by day.
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People ain't magnets
But why do troubles attract?
Scars that are never seen,
Still left a lasting impact.
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Where's the end? For a war that had no begin?
A vigorous storm that's trying to win.
Flooding my heart from within.
I ain't got! Really nothing!
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I want it to be opposite,
How good things don't last.
Your packing your luggage,
Sad to know,
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Truth is hard to find,
And even hard to show.
Life is a belt of thorns,
Bearing it we flow.
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Like a plant grows through water,
We come alive through light.
Like the seed breaks through the soil,
We break through the entanglement.
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Skies are dark,
heavy than when blue.
Found few hearts,
beautiful than morning dew.
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You are music,
that resonates in me.
A song to my soul
that makes me happy.
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Maybe you've got galaxies in your eyes,
And maybe that's why, they're shining such bright.
Maybe your made of platinum and gold,
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I'd walk on the sun
If you want me to,
And if your skies are grey,
I'll paint them blue.
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It's like living in a rain drop,
not wanting to die yet know I will
Who'd have thought,
That we'd change
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With amaze do I wonder on the shore,
How the fervent sun melts into the ocean,
At the end of the day, pouring into the heart core.
The withering battle leading to the outbreak of emotion,
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Have you ever tasted
The feel of broken wings?
It's terrific than how,
A death alarm rings!
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Teachers
We travel in here, in this world of a maze,
Wild, young, mercurial, and free.
With many things around, ruining us,
Someway too blind to notice or see.
If we ain't got roses and threads,
Don't destroy them who are we?
But in a society of fame and hatred,
Selfless beings handover's the key.
To the future, that's not yet known.
But will have all, including you and me.
They shine out bright like the sun,
Burning in themselves, happy.
They're 'teachers' though their not just a word,
They water with knowledge-a growing tree.
They foster all our thoughts and schemes,
Nurturing and caring, our bruised knee
They're great to the length of Andromeda,
More valuable than the mantle of 55 Cancri e.
Dear teachers, we are waxed with your wisdom,
And to have you with us, how blessed are we!
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a wonderful poem. Lively and amazing. A great job. Continue the same. You are doing great Pragathi. Hope you share more.
beautiful poems. They're high by emotion than length and standard by meaning and vocabulary. Do share as more as possible. I'll be waiting for your poems. Certainly a fan of ur poems!
'We all are mad in this world, but just to different things.'
'Nothing would be so worse to hold that pathetic pain from overwhelming the eyes.'
'In the end, the true happiness is not the amount of joy, but how peacefully you lived.'
'We would have fixed things right if we had time, but we would have nothing to fix if it was all love that we had.'
'Life is almost towards all. Few take it easy, many quit, minimum adjust, and the others, get used to it.'
'Let people be blind, so they'd be happier.'
' The deepest secrets are not those that lie between people and us. But those that we try to hide from ourselves.'
Wonderfully written keep writing