It is unseen by the Worldly eyes,
but felt by the ones who persevere,
The worthy ones who against all odds; defies,
The tumult of destiny That would to them; veer.
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Try a thousand time to,
But you would never get through,
To overcome it is unfeasible,
A part of life undeniable.
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The sky has turned pastel pink,
And the glorious sun is about to sink,
This is the time to feel distraught,
This feeling in your heart comes seldom not.
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MY PRAYER
“Salvage me away from painful grieves” I pray not oh god of mine,
Never shall I get tormented by them,
Nor do I beg for solace to my smoldered and Razed Soul,
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A Death
Bread turns him dead,
The final decision of his life has been taken,
An anonymous voice to his soul said,
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Once is sat upon a dark and mystical night,
Watching the moon with total delight,
The sky with the stars- sparkling and dazzling,
Evoked in my heart a distraught feeling,
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Whenever comes in front of eyes; my dearly Hamlet,
Far away goes all; from my mind; my instances of regret.
There in the meander river flows sparkling and gleaming waters,
My sight wanders like a butterfly, but ceases my chatters!
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He who can behold the strength of courage,
Knowing the price needed to keep it,
He who can fortify his mind, by all the bad thoughts,
And whilst infiltrate to others mind, the positivity of values,
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The time is still, but is flowing,
Like the water in the brooks,
It seems so calm and still, yet it flows
Towards the destiny that it took.
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When pride subsists almighty doesn't,
and when almighty subsists there is no pride.
The vale of love is totally compact,
No two can live beside.
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Once whilst walking on the seashore leisurely,
Did I passed a distraught moment,
I was taken aback by the scenery,
My soul tranquil, my heart prudent,
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Just like worthy weather makes a tranquil rain,
We may speak of truth,
The power of the youth,
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Triumphant
It is unseen by the Worldly eyes,
but felt by the ones who persevere,
The worthy ones who against all odds; defies,
The tumult of destiny That would to them; veer.
Destiny is but just a book,
In which you write the story of your life,
It is forthcoming so no one can look,
Your part of love, success, betrayal and strife.
Think not about your age,
For it can be your greatest foe,
All the triumphant men weren't in its cage,
Of its worry, fret, angst and woe.
The elder man though worldly and wise,
Regrets over his foolish past,
Because he Thought in his youth that he wouldn't rise,
As a naive green and callow mast.
The young one being stalwart and hostile,
Pays no heed to what he does,
Or waits until he gets old and docile,
In sheer vain his persuasion goes.
History Has been The testimony,
For the one who Persevere always succeed,
Ability matters not, But can go in tyranny,
In the dignified and determined deed.
Ability is like a sun of a day,
It can illuminate darkness with sheer might,
But would run off, in the need of time away,
And would darken more the cold night.
Perseverance being a lamp for years,
Though small, patiently would glow,
And The lamp which calmly perseveres,
Would lifetime eradicate sorrow!