And grows up to a person,
Like the rising sun from the east,
and marking its way to touch the horizon in the west.
He walks, a line chalked by the God
like the sun following its orbit
Uncertain of what comes next,
He goes on living every season of life.
He trods all day and night
With the beaitiful dreams in his eyes
He dances with the music of the star
And laugh in the night of moon.
He over comes every hurdles of
Life with a smile and
Celebrates every success
With word "thanks" to God.
He lives every color of life
To his best part,
And sings all songs of life
From his heart.
But when day falls apart
And life goes away
he closes his eyes
With beautiful part of life.
He smile through the tears
And wishper unheard to man
Just for the almighty above
And than many says...
That ...that
That his end in the
Dark night...
Nice post! This story is suitably similar to mine. Keep posting
ReplyDeletehey a very beautiful poem. I would continue reading but but sadly the lines ended :)
ReplyDeletewonderful......its the sweetest thing i ever read in your blog...:)
ReplyDeleteNice post...
ReplyDeleteI like the metaphor you used "Like the rising sun from the east,and marking its way to touch the horizon in the west."
...:)
Its such a lovely poem, Bunu. I love the images your words created in my mind.
ReplyDeleteSir Rikku thanks for your comment and i am glad my thought were actually living in somebody...
ReplyDeleteLotey Om thanks for reading my blog...and i too wish i could make you read on and on but i had to stop somewehere...na
hey Sogyel... thanks buddy...i am glad you liked it...
Prem thanks for appreciating my little knowledge of Literature ...
Mam Rachna thanks a lots, you always help me drive out the person in me which really wants to write but can't...thanks a lots....
if a word to describe it, it is "Marvelous!!!"
ReplyDeleteif not mistaken...u r a inborn poet...
loved the facilities of words and profundity of meaning...