Poetry Blogs (life)
On Thursday evening
I pray near a Grave in Kashmir
Lit in bundles
Aroma makes me feel
As I kneel
This is land of my forefathers
Where they rest
I too look for a place nearest
I belong to these graves
Here my soul craves
To sleep till eternity
In the Eden of divinity
What else Should I ask
That has more dignity
Saturday 13th January 2018 11:57 am
A poem about getting old... and staying young.
May I Never
I may never rule the world with theories so fine
May never run past Bolt, smiling across the line.
I may never meet Mandela, Obama or the Queen,
I may never solve all wars, stop leaders being mean.
I may never reach a hundred, run for thirty miles,
I may never help the hungry, turn their cries to happy smiles...
Wednesday 10th January 2018 10:33 am
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