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PRICELESS MOMENTS
PRICELESS MOMENTS Rivers flow silent among the rocks Way down in the woods green Birds sing their song, fly around Unaware of a world boiling hot Where chaos òut number leaves Problems arè more than flowers. Ever weighing the scales of pride Erring thè steps that must be right Taking decisions that cannot reverse No…
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Moths and Butterflies
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Merge, Emerge
Different Truths publishes the poem MergeEmerge in the KavyaKumbh anthology Turn twist and tumble I did, long have I travelled Memories get in the way, yet my golden drape shimmers My eyes tired, blazing sunlight vaporised my soul Past, that is me in an endless journey to meet present. Alone I flow, forward…
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The Charka
My soul tells me to sink, to give up But my wheel continues to spin, frail fingers slump. I am made from some odd piece of wood But I spin the yarn to make a nation free and good. Making the country stand on its feet To give the poorest an honourable seat. The half…
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Trees
Woods are lovely Dark and deep Wrote Robert Frost A poet of fame. Mist and rain feed The trees on soil bed Winds rock them To sleep tight With their hum. Some reach out high To the clouds Murmuring the stories Down on the ground. While the thick vines Hold the trees…
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Firebird
Life had been gushing like a stream in those days when my age had not crossed thirteen. Among my family’s young members, I was the worried one. Worried about my future. The future that I wanted for myself. My parents thought that I was crazy. My brothers and sisters thought that I was an idiot.…
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The taste
https://www.differenttruths.com/literature/poems/the-taste/
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Melody of life
Waves rise and fall back Onto the bosom of the ocean Weighing down the heart now With grief and loss Soon the mood swells up Keys pressed, makes music Life is a beautiful melody It rises and falls Waving a baton for harmony That floats in the air, crosses miles In this symphony Unwinds forever,…
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Micro tales -1
Micro tale challenge conducted by On Fire Cultural Movement
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Elusive Courage
That noise irritates my stolen peace Tide retreating revealing the thirst of rocks Epics remain silent but not unaware Devouring the sounds of aching hearts Soft voice surrounds me as I pull me back Vision now meets the plain blue horizon. Courage it cannot be called; valour never To access a sword to divide…