R. Kenaniah Santhosh Raj Poems

We're moving towards this unforeseeable place -
Towards the same goal, but in different directions.
We look at our journey in different ways
With the same eyes, but with different dimensions.
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The birds sing a song of thanks as they come out in the morning,
For they know that the darkness has faded and the dawn has come
They fear not the darkness that shall come again,
For they know where their help comes from.
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Count the hands that bring roses to the dead,
And the eyes that shed tears for the deceased.
Watch out for the lips that give comforting words,
And watch how their love has suddenly increased.
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For dust we are and to dust we shall return,
And with us shall all our earthly concerns;
The ones that we exalt in our hearts so high,
Shall also be dust on the day we die.
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How different does the world seem
When you see it through a child's eyes
How different does the world seem
When you lay behind man's wicked lies.
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