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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Last hopes which lay Flashing lightening and huge thunders, And marching rain through blackening nights, Sitting on top of shaking chair With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare; Silent act of lightening candle And sticking to the lonliness at stay And wondering at the luminating shadows Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild; An old hut with roof of rags Through which rain still leaks; Like life still at will of god Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek; After the stage of reality will it cease, The pain beared till now with hardened soul, Like rain fully at it's roars And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul; Is it a pardonable act of raining life Which adds sorrows to choose; Will not the shower let stop ? And song of life with light revealed; Drinking water from old mug, After relishing throat and let it go A short sleep after thunder's rest Till the next day had hits it's quest; The memories of the last night Almost forgotten with the sun's bright face, Need to open up nests of birds at gay To yell them to rise and gather food for the day; Still to open up doors of cows from sleep, With silent munching of greens and feed, And dungs which lay of yesterday's need To clean them, the vessels and water them fresh; Still more chores at one's stake With nature's face as one real make, Need to cut the woods through forest's drape And make a house as fit to make rain away; Sons and daughters and wife on lands afar, With one's days chores to post phone their closeness ajar Still counting days from year to year Won't there come a day when all would meet; Like Sinking boat in crest i lay With memories taken to wish good all, Like swarming bees for gathering honey There i lay with cries and exerts of olden days; Grandchildren lay near the walls of home Built with ones hardened work and expected soul, All of them singing near my bed of sleep That i might meet in several rush seconds to keep; All was right when sensed in positive sense, And all was wrong when at wrong delivery This life which lays one quiet At last, worn out like rain and day;
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