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Samuel Jude Poem
Beside the tree, beneath the hills,
There is a dark and deep valley,
With the most fragrant flowers,
And lo! Self-ruling?!
Nay! They live by the rules of their Creator.
Look at the oceans!
Oh vast and wide with their colourful seasons!
Varying from warmer to colder
To deeper and darker
And lo! Self-ruling?!
Nay! They live by the rules of their Creator.
Look at the birds of the air,
They never farm nor work,
They look upto their creator
And are fed
And lo! Self-ruling?!
Nay! They live by the rules of their Creator
Oh and look who’s here,
Ungrateful and disobedient creature,
With four limbs,
Self-ruling?!
Aye,aye,
They live by their own rules!
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Samuel Jude Poem
A friend?!
Friend, oh to what shall I compare thee?
Thou art more lovely in the roughest winds,
Or shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Belching nectarous essence even in the searing sun!.
As iron sharpeneth iron!,
As the red rose among the white!,
As a lamb among the wolves!,
Lo! Is there my lover!, a friend!, a guide!
The Panacea of Life is He,
Amidst the thorns and thistles!,
Ever crying, ever cherishing,
Yet never against you!
A man of many companions may come to ruin,
But there is a friend who is closer than a Brother ,
Loquacious babbles and smooth hands gathers
companions!,
But greater love has no one than this,
That he that layeth his life for his friends .
~ Inspired by my lovelies,
--Samuel Jude. S
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Samuel Jude Poem
Woman
An epitome of beauty,
An emblem of peace,
An allegory of humanity, a hallmark of love.
A sign of care,
Persisting without err,
A light in the dark,
The lily among the thorns.
A mammoth reservoir of power,
A mirror reflecting man's manliness,
A remedy to zenith?
A channelised woman. ??
-S.SamuelJude
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Samuel Jude Poem
Life?!
Ever wondered the span of a rose?!
The way it blooms at the midnight dark!
Among the thorns, as you call it’s hoes
Attracting even the sweetest lark.
Ever lived in a magical dream?!
With all its delusive and deceitful moves?!
Time waits for none my child,
Life and death go together.
A tiny insignificant living rose,
Showing such flavour to life!
How much more, man ought to be,
In this wicked, wretched world.
-Sam
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