(2015)
#GratitudeSilence #Light
You’re a firm Tree, and we love T… We’ll keep gazing you with glee. Solemnly standing Your branches are green no more Your whisper in the breeze
'Twas the start of their day’s wor… A fresh encounter with dreams Nurtured by their teachers’ care Beyond parents’ love, more than fa… “Please, show me your nice drawing…
A small garden on earth Born to a larger one Is adorned by rosebeds Where sweet—smelling roses grow In the colours of the rainbow.
A poem is something We truly believe in. It may be... A struggle for the mind For the heart a comfort
For a while she paused Out of awe, her eyes closed Journeying across miles Cherishing lovely smiles. Her mind lingered on...
Lines stemming from a song— Heard again and again for long— Are bridging a mysterious gap In quietness, step by step Between a smiling face
Dwelling in the realms of verse Protected by God’s Mercy Love speaks in a way diverse. It pays homage to courage, Inner strength, soul pilgrimage!
It all comes from the heart And the enlightening of the mind Composing lines of art Under mysteries of the kind... It may be a relief from grief
Stemming from an impulse Or a great wish maybe Now the poet sees himself Crowned his art and knowledge Around a distant ocean.
Oh! The blue butterfly enjoys soa… Her fragile wings have become stro… And she even yearns for touching t… Her flight looks steady and bright Supported by a sweet, yellow daffo…
There are plenty of voices around Resonating in our mind Striking us in different ways. Some have escaped from characters Lively portrayed in books
Found across a beautiful seashore Brought by waves of scientific lo… It spreads its shine wonderfully In angles of light and glee. Its shape wasn’t crafted round
One feels one dies... before dying One undergoes pain in this living One feels the dream fades away Yet one believes in a unique Ener… That proves one isn’t astray.
Beholding that nice bouquet We cheerfully recall the day Of a sweet gift of purity Left for the Eternity. Watered with great care
Birds fluttering their wings aroun… Quickly descend onto this ground To comfort an exhausted silent Be… That’s deprived of that blossoming… The little birds encircle the Bee