No shadow paused to rest beside my lonely frame,
Yet now a circle forms around—silent, yet aflame.
Gifts I knew not—my days passed like muted sighs,
But now a cascade of petals crowns my skies.
I thirsted once for just one caring hand to hold—
Yet now, shoulders lean like silent oaks enfold.
None walked but footsteps few along life’s fickle trail,
But now a caravan blooms—grief’s survivors sail.
Only today did death unveil her tragic grace:
All my life I merely drifted—missing heaven’s face.
Categories:
prespective, death,
Form: Couplet
O soul unbound by pomp or praise,
You walk the earth in humble ways—
No jeweled crown, no trumpet sound,
Yet peace and warmth in you are found.
Where others rush with tangled aim,
You breathe with calm, you speak with flame
Of steady hope and open skies,
A mirror of the wise and wise.
You do not seek the world's grand stage,
But in small acts, you turn the page
Of lives unseen, and hands unmet,
With kindness none will soon forget.
A gentle word, a helping hand—
Not for applause, nor to command—
But just because your heart believes
That every soul deserves reprieve.
And oh, your light! So softly cast,
It stretches far, though shadows last.
You find the sun in storm and night,
And teach the stars to reignite.
Simplicity—your sacred thread,
Woven through the words you've said;
A cup of tea, a morning breeze,
A laugh that puts the heart at ease.
O bearer of the quiet good,
Who plants not pride but brotherhood,
May every path you dare to take
Leave blossoms gently in your wake.
Categories:
prespective, introspection,
Form: Ode
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Categories:
prespective, art,
Form: Didactic
Sweet lady, consider my perspective:
men are rough and fight among
themselves for no apparent reason,
but when it comes to women
they are gentle and some even sing
a serenade to their adored wife!
Sweetheart, be that lady to spend
a lifetime of joy and of togetherness;
I'll hold you when your sadness
is too much to take and with an embrace
I'll make all go away even your wrinkled face
becomes less attractive with those fines
that is proof of devotion and sacrifice...
and it's no footprints in the dry sand!
Sweet lady, you look better in a dress,
red is my favorite of all colors;
your sensuality is visible to all,
I'll take your hand and invite you to a ball:
it's my Cinderella, it's my wonderful
dream being realized: I feel the thrill!
Sweetheart, never lose your loveliness,
excite me with your charms
and whisper your wishes...
staring at the dazzling moonlight;
kisses are the gratification
you desire, touches are the sensation
that make your skin warm with delight...
there'll be more nights of soft caresses!
Categories:
prespective, celebration, desire, happiness, imagination,
Form: Lyric
This is First Poem of my Son
Do you know
The plastic ban
The plastic ban
The plastic ban
Because the earth gets dirty.
Fishes eat that plastic
Animals get sick
Animals get sick
Animals get sick
Making the oceans dirty.
Polluting gases in the air
Makes ozone hurt
Makes ozone hurt
Makes ozone hurt
Making nature dirty.
Sachin Dhabade
Categories:
prespective, abuse, appreciation, earth, environment,
Form: Free verse
Maybe Im 2 blame
Loving you is a shame
Maybe its me
Hinding my feelings deep with in me
Longing for them to show
But its making the pain grow
Maybe its my fault
Holding my feeling as just a thought
Afraid to tell you
Dont know what you might do
Maybe Im The Reason
I think loving you is all in a season
Maybe Im Scared
If I tell you that you want be there
My feelings for you grow stronger than ever
Friends say they'll change with the weather
Its been sunny....snowy.....windy and all
But yet my feelings for you havent change at all
Talk to you every night
Yet me manage to allways fight
But some how you change my prespective
So loving you shall me a lesson
Categories:
prespective, childhood, hope, love, me,
Form: Free verse