Below is the poem entitled Myself To Thyself which was written by poet
Saha. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Playing with the butterflies, squirrels, birds
Embracing the fruits, flowers and seeds
The identification then remains stagnant
For quite some years
Then with the members of the community
Would like to attach
Cling on and cherish them
In the neighbourhood by the country
Befriending, helping, empathising
Expand the 'self'
No more walls now
A free, vagrant vagabond strolling past
The villages, cities, continents
Loving every face of man and woman
Black and fair
Rich and poor
Feeling every creatures pain own miseries
Healing their woes, agonies, malaises
In 'summum bonum' and ecstasy
All relations bound in a garland
Not a less or more
But the centre of the core
Of that radiating circle
Whose centre is in the middle
Without any circumference
Just an atom in the world
Still yet everything.
It is a blessing to be born as a human
And to count life's blessings
Like counting the infinite stars in the sky
SO FAR AND SO HIGH!
It's a blessing to live happily together
Amongst the beauties and bounties of nature
A happy home with parents
Siblings, relatives and friends.....................
And to share with everone the joys and sorrows
Thank you God for the world so sweet
Thank you God for the food we eat
Thank you God for the merry birds that sing
Thank you God for everything.
MYSELF TO THYSELF
WRITTEN FOR THE CONTEST: PURE THOUGHTS ON NATURE
SPONSORED BY JOHN FREEMAN