supani123
Jan 07, 2006, 03:07 AM
Birthday Gift
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Age drooping down so fast
Like falling leaves in pious autumn
They laugh at me for this changing role
Of the annual calendar & its chameleon roll
It is not an honourable gesture
To count the years that leaped on the heart
Or the expected years left over for census on the good earth for self
But appreciate the responsive nature of it to the aim of life
Goal is really easy to set bunt not so to perform
But attaining it is a creditable form
It is necessary to spring again and again
In the given time space during life’s tenure
Books are my all time friends my dear ones!
Fellow poets' works and their genuine comments are received as meritorious tonnes
Living life with love is my earnest aim
Loving life and brightening its sheen is my destined role as a poet in tune
Shower your kindness in continuing streams
I love you and like you even in my sweetest dreams
In real times your heart is my plat form to rise above and above skill wise
Till the sounds of poetry rent the air to spell it and spill over to all others souls in praise
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[on the eve of my 58 birthday falling on 8th january]
Unknown
Jan 09, 2006, 03:12 AM
perfect-*...and what else-is there---to say......
misty..