Hopes Are Till Alive Today
I don't ask for a bed of clouds
My Lord! I don't want respect
I want my home in your poly-form earth
I'm interested to work for those
who work for themselves
I may not be a poet,
Can't write love and fun,
Strong lines with heavy words
I'm happy to be a labor of them
I always write for my greed
Satisfaction
To impress readers
Slighted others in the crowds
Hope for more and more expected feedback
More "Glory" in the contest
I always think of me only
There are millions who can't write
Express their feelings, protest and need
They are too needy to buy a pen
I'm wasting ink on "Her"
"Styx" is waiting for me
I will go swimming
Not to cross; Because I want to be here
To write the 'EPIC' of my family
My Lord! I have misused your words
Mistaken daily for the same
Divert your flow of time
Don't obey your rules
I can't forgive them who loves me
I know You are the Ocean of Forgiveness
But don't burn my home...
I tried to be like you
Kind, a true friend
A good father and a flexible husband
I understand, only you are the owner of that virtue
I'm crore miles away from that
The world is hungry for love
Only a few are wasting it
My pocket is full of love
The mentality has not been born to give and share
My brothers are begging and
His father is homeless
All his family members are dying to live
Crying for a seed
I'm unhappy with plateful rice
Forget that they worked for my carrier
I'm one of them...Can't escape from the cruel reality
I want to be happy with their happy ending.
Copyright © Litan Dey | Year Posted 2013
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