The leaves that drops
From the trees, by the breeze
Descends not aimlessly
But with an endeavor
To show the life’s fragility
For life is as feeble
As the oppressed dreams
But why
Why is life feeble?
Is it because of previous life’s sin?
Or is it because,
We just don’t know how to live?
For only few discerns
The reality of their subsistence
And marches on the road
Of their life, with a resolute heart
To make their dreams come true
Whatever they be, unlike others,
Who marches on the road
Of their life, with a capricious heart
Like an ephemeral visage of the chameleon
Mind moving my friend. I feel that a great deal of life lives in the mental realm. After all if we do not think a thought and then react upon it, there will be no physical action. If I think I'm not, I will never be. If I think I am or that I can, I can conquer worlds. tk G
You always know where you are Bhuwan!;-) Thank you for all the nuggets of wisdom you bring us in your brilliant and lovely poetry!
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2003
Bhuwan, reading you always brings joy and peace to my soul...lovely...floria
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2003
You always amaze me with your writing.
Reviewed by Taylor Trenton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2003
Wonderful poetry.
"And marches on the road
Of their life, with a resolute heart
To make their dreams come true
Whatever they be, unlike others,
Who marches on the road
Of their life, with a capricious heart
Like an ephemeral visage of the chameleon "
love this last line.
Taylor
'Better Without You'is a compelling narrative that explores the complexities of an affair, hidden secrets, and abuse. It also highlights a daughter's heartfelt journey as she cares for her mother who is battling dementia.
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LM
Profound, as always - a superb write! I especially like this:
"Like an ephemeral visage of the chameleon"
Thanks for sharing this one.
Tami
~Nikki~
"And marches on the road
Of their life, with a resolute heart
To make their dreams come true
Whatever they be, unlike others,
Who marches on the road
Of their life, with a capricious heart
Like an ephemeral visage of the chameleon "
love this last line.
Taylor
this part touched me...
"Who marches on the road
Of their life, with a capricious heart
Like an ephemeral visage of the chameleon"
Love Tinka