A dream at a river side
A dream stands by a river side,Looking into a blissful tide
For an eternal ride,
But before it...
Words of wisdom spoken by the tide
Ready for an everlasting voyage,
Throw all your garbage
And be ready for burning,
Like me;
I grasp the heat of the sun
Causing all my vanity to burn.
I take all creative pain
And make divine rain
Which, cooling the arid earth,
Slakes her eternal thirst,
Then she remains my worth
Worth...like a noble thought in the mind of a merciful king
Or divine songs which nightingales sing
For soothing wounded souls.
For reward I was freed from the foul
Before being one with the sea
I traveled like a bee
Bee..! Who, in search of honey,
Suddenly finds the truth
So... you, who are subjective
Must become objective
Either taking the form of a flower
And blossoming in the heart of nature
Or becoming a love shower
To satiate a heart full of pain
Now, dream thinks...!
Before I start my journey
Let me do certain things:
Let me serve humanity,
Let me open the doors
And tighten the hinges.
Poetry by Aashish Thakur
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Written on 2006-07-11 at 07:32
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