BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
- HEMANT MEENA
There are circumstances in everyone's life,
Which sometimes offended them
And make them blind!!
The condition became worse ,,
And the time is inverse!!
But the problem resolves,
when we throw light
On our incandescence like eternal soul!!
Enlighten your soul,,By believing in yourself.,
Don't think about people,
Who is laughing behind yourself!
Look at your own with the hope of confidence
Hold your emotions with the ,,
Thread of persistence!!!
Don't think about devastating past,,
Think about future!!!
The hard time will pass,
Dont care about rumours
Forget about everything,just believe in yourself!
You are very strong,,
You are not helpless !!
Live the life cheerfully,
To get welcomed on upstairs !!!
You can achieve anything,
Till there is a hope!!!!
Always face the problems,
To get the essence of God's hope
Live like a king,
Greater than others!!!!
Nothing can inclined you,,
How big may be the problem
Psalm of good-bye
Who will cry when you die?
To this question I reply
Shall shed tears the sombre sky
With a shimmering face if we die!
Like a full blown flower
Brimming with nectar,
Our lives should prosper
For the honey bees to hover
For the scattering petals, Heaven shall cry
' cruel death'! the folk shall fie
With a mournful face the world shall cry
With a smiling face let us bid good- bye!!
Dr.Hemant Vinze
Epochs of womanhood
1 VIRGIN
With malar flushes,
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look,
Whom does she seek?
2 YOUTH
Her blue eyes,
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to a bright solar beam,
Her limbs tender,
Her waist slender.
Nature bares the Truth
Of full-blown-flower of Youth!
3 MOTHERHOOD
Her grown up face,
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome,
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest,
Restless, though happy she seems,
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweeter from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!
4 MENOPAUSE
Rapturous youth and tranquil prime,
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine,
Her flabby shriveled breast,
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!!
Dr.Hemant Vinze
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