Thoughts Not All Different
(1)
O' dreams; O' destinations! ! !
Do play with complications,
And make yourself some heart.
(2)
O' worries frustrations! ! !
Get here and to the stations,
And right back to the start.
(3)
O' night and day durations! ! !
Come back when your summations,
Are more than just the smart.
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A Happy Tone
We will have no more than a life to own,
We will reap, sure, what we have sown;
There will be years of despondence,
They can be good by a happy tone.
When light of hope and good goes out,
When old and young both tear a shout;
When darkness, fright and dread prevail,
A happy tone puts them to rout.
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Why Walk with Soul So Dead?
Why walk with soul so dead?
Why move as to pretend?
Why eat with such a dread?
Why drink with easing bend?
Why raise not plans to rise?
Why praise your dying soul?
Why resulting in demise?
Did you not play your role?
Why speak with voice so quiet?
Why sleep with dreams impure?
Why wake with putrid riot?
Why think with things so more?
Why walk with soul so dead?
Better done than what is said.
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A Classical Thought
While the trees will give me the thoughts I need,
For the life of roses beneath the leaves,
There's a light for me and for everyone,
To repay the shadows of days and eves.
When the mind remembers the youth of life
And the countless seconds and hours and years,
There runs a stream from within our eyes-
Is a stream of ailing but shining tears.
The time of life begins and ends----
In an epic of thousands of pains and gains.
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Self-Esteem
I am the throne of self-esteem,
Just ‘I' and ‘me, my vigilant team;
I will do wonders when believed,
To count on ‘me', my pain relieved;
The stars shall shine, the world will glow,
The colours of good then I shall show;
I am the master of my fate,
I am the caster of my gate.
(2)
Who's to say it's windy?
When you make it clear,
There is no stop to wonders,
When you play it fair.
You'll shine, you'll shine, believe me!
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The Big Fire Ball
The big fire ball,
The biggest of them all,
is making the stall.
The stall of life;
The will to strife,
With the goodness of knife.
'Tis giving us the light,
The power to fight-
Stand tall in the night.
And make our way,
with nothing to sway,
Cheerful, bright n gay.
The ball makes us think.
With the strength of ink,
and pen and then to sink.
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Life
Life is to feel, to enjoy, to swim.
In the meadows of wonder,
‘Tis to plough the rough valleys
Of deeply rooted yet unsettled motion.
To dream, to the end that
It doesn't end even if we want to.
This is life, a fearless shout;
A powerful whisper and yet sometimes
A potent anti-dote
To the worries and realities
To feel the numbs,
To hear the dumb,
To tell the deaf,
That;
They're not alone;
They aren't numb,
They aren't dumb,
They aren't deaf,
To enlighten every heart
With the good spirit of mankind
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the Man
Before the world of lazy fellows,
The man has proved himself aback.
And in the race of pains and gains,
He led by good by far the track.
The day he turns to the fire in him,
He'll enlighten the hearts of everyone.
The day he gets the feed he needs,
'What is that light? ' shall ask the sun.
He keeps his thoughts from sins away,
He swims his way through thick and thin.
And in the battle of risk and time,
He's a tall black shining tin.
He has the right, he has the might,
Towards the innocent, he will not fight.
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The Only Friend
The winds are hot, the summer is deep.
The place is taught to weep and weep.
The blazing air on marshy lands,
Cannot be controlled on striking bands.
My outside boiling, my inside too
It's difficult to live for me and you.
But still I have this rising thought-
Those normal values have far been sought.
The good side is just out of confidence.
And bad is worse if you make the sense.
The paramount noise is self-esteem,
To drive your luck, to make your team.
To be in harmony- ‘tis nature's trend,
For you to stand tall, it's the only friend.
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No Dreams
What would we do if we had no dreams?
No themes, no streams, no things to play
With; Darkness all and all around.
No colourful thoughts, no shining streams,
No happy hours, those bright and gay;
No listening to the cheerful sound.
Of flowers showing their natural themes,
Of water falling in to stay;
Towards nothingness, we are bound.
To lose these lively things; it seems
Is the thing to do in this young day;
In filth of veracity, we are drowned.
What would we do if we had no dreams?
No themes, no streams, no things to play
With; Darkness all and all around.
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