Each word is a new poem... each breath a new rhyme... Each smile a new beginning... each day a blessing sublime!


A bud that bulges and blossoms to be a life,
In minutes he has the tenderness and then opts to ripe,
With sway he floats yet holds its roots,
Holding as if saying he will never be too bold,
With days of winds and dust he saps,
Still holding to belief, he will never zap,
Who had the eternity that he shall too?
With every breath he dies but he won’t just let go….
He knew he desired more than he deserved,
But eternity was still never heard,
He sang and itched his desire per say,
In all the divine courts even those just hear say,
The enigma lingered with him for long,
Resting was never marked as he wished a prolong,
The day came when he was to go,
He left waning still said number of times the NO,
It never occurred to him he can stay without being toed,
 As he lived on immortal with the papers he toned…

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