Best Steepy Poems
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
I climb the mountain
To fulfil my joy.
I climb the mountain,
Its steepy and rocky.
Laboriously I climb,
With hand by hand.,
On that movement , I come often like grave
But I climbed the mountain.
I see the people from the mountain,
They are small and with their mansion dwellings.
I leave the thoughts
To blew in air.
And I proud about myself…
-U.S.AURROBINDHAN
Over the fruitful forests, I saw the trees
I hoofed over sleet, slush, ice, rain n' snow
On my any which way journeys
Wandering kookily at the yearn of heaven's glow
I bear on my back a bodily spirit flow
Whilst traveling in tracks undreamed of
In vasty wind depth visits, so
To kiss the creator's old sod of soil ruff
Many I saw, rip current ocean shores
Sunny and clear, potshot rain sprees
Great stones and rock on steepy cliff floors
Umpteen alpine in the deep forest trees
More than that, wild geese in clean blue air
In elevation over n' under
Heading home across the landscape fair
Hasteningly, avoiding hunter and thunder
In all my travels, I found no answers. Only wonder!
As I slumbered into the dark abyss of the night,
Smiling, like babies do,
At those dreams of Gods and Goddesses,
Laughing and dancing and showing me my path,
There appeared, on my side table,
A sparkling silver key!
The next morn' I chose to keep it in my bag
As I got ready to leave for work
As if, my sixth sense was telling me
"Keep it, the door will show itself!"
True to my guts, the door appeared as I was walking
Up the steepy hill, there where what I deemed as being
Work, a mere concrete building imprisoning responsibilities
And having imposed upon me, the state of being their guardian!
The door looked as magical as a fantasy film
I shook myself and felt my hair tumble all around my face
As if I were the lion king cleaning its mane, ready to battle!
I wanted to rush, open the door and just escape life,
When oh! I decided to peep through the keyhole first
Curiosity, it is believed, can kill
But when dealt with cautiously, it can be tamed!
Pray, I saw through that peeping hole, a swirling wave tunnel
Unlike Earthly waves though, it crashed never
It just kept swirling and swirling
And a signboard was placed there, reading "The World Fairer!"
Everything else was just dark and engulfing it all
Was the eerie sound of silence!
I swallowed my gulp and fished out the key from my bag
Pray, it had appeared to me as the Gods and the Goddesses
Were talking to me!
They rule me, they decide for me and they watch over me
So, who am I to doubt of their intentions,
Even if such remain laden with tests, with mystery and with traps!
With my heart heaving and hammering
I just thrust the key into the keyhole,
Opened the door and walked into the tunnel of silence,
Into the hovering darkness
Towards there where the sign
Directed, was the World Fairer!
Strive to climb up
Though the rock is steepy
Use rope and safety.
Going up is hard
When you have all your baggage
In body and soul.
Fear below, look up
For your help comes from above
Push yourself upward.
Up there is glory
When your goodness is constant
Ground your humbleness.