life had stolen her joy
she had lost her music
her enthusiasm was nill
no one could help
she had to figure it out herself
we cheered when it happened
I cried tears of anguish for the burgeoning.
Tears and sobbing aren't prospering.
I regret all the rambunctious ineptness.
Silver hair and a large head are worthless.
My youth was pillaged, yet my heart tried to beat.
Pulling leaves from a branch is a fun treat.
Is it possible to reclaim my youth?
To tell him the breed of gray-haired man couth.
To many
Raining is just a simple scenery
But to me is a bit different
When it's a convectional rain
Drops by drops
I'll let them fall into my palms, patting me
To regain confidence and love
When it showers
It looks like
A baby enjoys playing water, splashing
It invites laughter ang happiness
When it is a heavy downpour
It looks like a
A baby crying back home, sadly
There's no bargain
When it rains nonstop
It looks like
A disaster called flood is, waiting ahead
And no doubt, it brings misery and death
Challenge your spirit
Dare it to appear
Attain your power
Let others see
A hidden spirit brings fear
A powerful one brings confidence
A weak one destroys the heart
Cast your light upon others
Shine as bright as the sun
Show off the spirit and dress it
Let the world know you are here
Taste the gift of confidence
Spit out words of fear
Rid your soul of the bitter taste
Gain life back and hold onto it
Fear is a four letter word
Forsake
Evil
Allowing
Redemption
God, the supreme power control the whole as savior
Everything and everyone is sized under His power
Nothing and none can do willingly, imagine, and think
Behind His knowledge and controlling no created link
Satan, nothing he is without a vile creation,
Lives he under God’s willing manifestation
By the willpower of God he strictly executes everything
As reprobate to do stray human he is appointed being
So; actually Satan is not in the God’s ordeal
But humankind is in trap and quandary deal
Satan who is loyal to his master’s duty
Paradise will regain by him certainly!
-December 27, 2018 Chattogram
D-ecember eighteenth morn
A-ims to meet the dawn;
I-t's a beautiful Sunday,
S-unrise stops the
Y-awn.
L-et Saturday night pass,
A-s the shadows vanish;
B-eacon is coming up,
R-ain and chill diminish.
A-llow the day to break,
D-on't let it stay with the night;
O-bliterate the darkness,
R-egain the lost delight.
Regain Their Hearts
Lately when I lay down,
And try to fall asleep,
My eyes began to water,
And my heart begins to weep,
God I need Your help again,
Evil has regained control,
Not of me but my family,
And it's not letting go,
So I'm praying for my mom,
My brothers and my dad,
Help them find the strength,
To let go of all the bad,
So we don't have to living,
All of our days apart,
Please try Your hardest,
To repair their darken hearts,
I know they are better than this,
If they would just believe in You,
This is my greatest wish and,
I know You can make it come true!!
Why am I here wasting time, as the clock is ticking down, what if today was never known, & no one was around, what if our mouths got sewed, as they quickly told a lie, being born into this world, just to slowly live & die, breathing deeply as we run, escaping from our pain, in this life we have to lose, just so we can regain.
Red is the colour of danger,
sometime you becomes changer.
You stand alone and can speak,
I saw you in his eyes,
that day was a bise.
You on my forehead stands
as a mark of all commands
that cause me a brands.
You who runs in me and
others is being shunned
in the name of caste that
leads to war in elate.
You are seen in rising bask
that you also stand unmask.
You are there everywhere
like a concessionaire.
I am trying to view a dream
I can make you again revive
By the magic of my words
I can give you a new life
I know my effort is true
I am working on true art
Fiction say moon is immortal
Fact say moon is not immortal
But in the world of fiction
I am making your alive sketch
My passion now passing
By the limit of emotions
Now my heart insist to regain
I am insist to bring you back
Don’t started to view dream
Don’t not do imagination
Believe life never run in dream in fiction
So if you want to view dream
And want to touch real peak
Just believe on your dream
And do work hard
Rays of rising sun show you real path
You just needed to search right way
And strong work on your dream art
Who become work of art?
God will defiantly give you view of her
After her view your dream touch truth
So wait till the right time
When god give you his grace
And you truly go to regain
Poet- anurag sharma
DG-1 flat no 27 B first floor
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
Email- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
Mobile no-8743082486
Regain to love
And change in to jewel’s
Work is hard
But I must reach to the bank
Everything look beautiful
View should be clear
While start with positive thought
You could regain
Life is a long battle
Fight create fortune
But continuous effort
Like every changing season
Defiantly come with wind of change
And a new bright sun say welcome
And sunshine make the way
Regain to love
And change in to jewel’s
Work is hard
But I must reach to the bank
Everything look beautiful
View should be clear
While start with positive thought
You could regain
Life is a long battle
Fight create fortune
But continuous effort
Like every changing season
Defiantly come with wind of change
And a new bright sun say welcome
And sunshine make the way
Proudly I kneel before her speechless
My cap bow in humility as my eyes flow ocean of water
Just to say I’m sorry
My heart bear witness with my spirit that I’m innocent
Yet guilty for peace to reign
Fool! I was called by peers
What can I give in exchange for peace?
In her dwells the totality of my peace
Let go? Hell no
To whom shall the peace transfer to?
To what path shall I research to find her?
The bird at hand worth more than millions in the bush
I must keep my male pride to gain what I hold precious
What if she walks away without a word?
Am I a fool?
No!
I will keep kneeling until she smile at me and says “I love you”
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