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,...
Super Shriyandhaa. Hot is bearable for Indians and not bearable for Westerners. They want mild sun and bear chill and cold.
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It between you and shripràdhaa? You are cool and calm and so too Shriprdhaa. Then whom do you men? Anyhow nice poem. Keep rocking.
Super thought shriyandhaa I liked your poem very much.it gives the inner meaning also your anger is hot to others your calmness is cold or chillness to others. We should practice calmness to make others cool and happy. Good poem from Pushpa patti
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