What you knew you had right beside you What you never knew might leave you What you had neglected for days What you wished was still there, within your gaze. That miniscule amount of hope That you feel lingering close by You could open out your arms, embrace it, But suddenly it's high in the sky. Once within your grasp, But now away from you, Don't waste a moment on a wee gasp, Time won't stop, and the moving hope too. Each moment is to be caught, Each memory to be cherished, Hold them carefully in your arms, Before they shall vanish. The consistent inkling when you feel, Something close, yet so far, Is only because you know yourself, That it is within your grasp, but not within your confidence. If you're positive enough that you can hold it, The 'it' that is mysterious and something only you know, You can hold the precious 'it', Clutch it tight, don't let it go. You must be close to the end of the day, With its cliffs and slopes and Rocky slides,...
Rain is part of Nature. You are a gift to us. Keep on.writing. Win prizes and you are genius.
ReplyDeleteRain and pain what a rethymatic poem.Great shriyandhaa your writing is heard by God HE is happy and blessing you further to write to serve the nation through your word power.
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Mazhai Pol kavithai kottu. Ilan Thooral Perugattum. Isai Pol Valarattum. Iniya Vazhthudan . Thanikesan
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