Tuesday, 25 March 2014

The Departure Compulsion


Once, on a river side,
I met with a flowing tide,
With many huge trees of oak,
While I was drinking coke.

In river, the fishes I found,
And birds’ chirping sound
Along with colorful flowers;
And lots of beauty around.

In the orchards that goes,
The petals of roses arose.
I might have had;
The most fortunate nose.

In the high-up skies,
I could see the sun arise.
It was looking as a tiny mice,
Between all these guys.

It was spring;
There wasn’t any noise.
I was feeling like a king;
And had many joys.

At evening, I could see;
The Sun setting in the west.
Now, I’m going from heaven,
As, I was just a guest.

I haven’ much fortune to live here,
And have to go to Earth.
As, I haven’t done much fair,
So, have to go to the cycle of birth and death.

Thus, as a result of what, I had;
Done through my deeds,
I have to improve my needs,
So that on me, everyone should have glad.



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