In
my time of blossom, I discover beauty in myself.
As
year past, as I am now.
I
discovered mine beauty is not pure.
With
wind it carries out, with rain it wash out.
In
my time of manhood, though God me and Devil I fought.
Yet I have taken the
journey, to draft me on thy memory.
As years from now, my
soul will be no more.
And with novelty mine
presence will be no more.
In my time of old
hood, I came across holiness as never before.
I beheld things in a
way I never before.
So with time, my sin
will vanish.
But with time, my possession
is vanishing.
“And years from now, I
may will reborn in heaven or hell.
And my presence will
remain no more in thy memory.
But as now, as I am
now.
Let me cheer and appreciate,
what I am now.
Prayer flags drifting with wind in eastward and westward direction, saying us flee or feel free.
An
elderly woman carrying Agni devta. When I approached her and asked what
is a religion and what is being religious means? She smiled and 'said, Religion
is for self realization and being religious means able to determine what is
good and what is bad.
Felling wonderful to welcome you back.
ReplyDeleteYour writing has improved but still you have to picky about words, words are most important when you are writing poetry. In some cases a single word carries the whole poem in a new direction.
Your writing Complexity is great but still remember there is always room for improvement.
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I got what you are saying although it’s bit complicated. The incident of past, present and future are well captivated, Keep this and look forward. Hope to see you soon.