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My First English Poem
A Realization Once upon a time, a baby was born In a small town near the green mountains. He was living life off from thorn. Blessed! But he’s always in pains? He had all that he desiderates; …All sorts of visual things he named. His life was viewed by people as perfect But his jaundiced views were not tamed. His conviction of what’s good from bad, To obey his parents or his heart? All “withins” conflicted realities; But stood still gaining victories. When he craved for peace and happiness The world insinuated, “Gain degrees!” He obeyed the world and “he” ‘til fitness Has drawn. A striving man almost ceased! The tour of uncertainties fastened. Then, he was asymptotic to death. “The search for realities is through- end? What’s really real? To view death as faith?” When he was fighting for his lone life, He search again what was unanswered. He screamed, “God…God… are… are you alive? Before this ends, be real! You’re unheard!” He suddenly filled like stone from above. The sound of ambulance was heard. Its sound was like freedom of a dove? Or it sounded like death- we always feared? A sad month passed by just like a jerk. There was no hope and nothing to hope! One single night reality was torqued. He shouted, “God is real!” and woke! And from then on the doubtful boy was fixed. All his incertitude was vanished. A renewed life after a heavy rain? Or rainbow after reality finding?
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