Sunday, November 28, 2021

Natural Bush As Paint Brush!

 My reward is the the whole world,

Just get globel my words which simply settled,

My demand is the distance I must travelled,

Is only that you read my traveling pen on paper curled,



Life gets thinking raw radical race,

When one get it in wrist closed with words in right or wrong place,

Life gets line of luck or science of future on hand with line trace, 

When one read it as a God's optimistic view to natural bush as paint brush more or less!

The Strong Breeze

A strong breeze just passes,

In the garden of moonlight flashes,

The cloudy trees wearing white dresses,

Of fog and snow equally graces.


A no U-turn in a road of  tradition,

Is the destiny of a rules made in heaven,

Actually the road made round back to origin.

All travelling with the road like a traditional caravan.


Ane one time breeze passes making a loop,

A loop made by the caravan like tradition hope,

A hope reconcile with the cognizance of God at the top,

Mast light milky light watering trees passes between like rope.

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