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VOICE OF A YEARNING HEART
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I am inside the SEVENTH season,
need you and your care for me,
need your soft careful voice,
need all the joy that nature feel.

But,
where are you???
You have vanished from my time,
promised not to appear again;
Is it good and is it your judicious decision,
when you know that,nobody is pure and perfect
in this world of illusion.

You know,
this world is full of sorrows and joy,
We are also not here for civilization to come,
We are here,
to do what our conscious mind speaks,
We are here,
to appreciate the kind nature and that unknown
whom all say GOD.

So...
Oh! my purest heart,
Letting go the poisons of our arguments,
Letting go the feelings of sorrows
Letting go our pride and anger,
Letting go what we destroyed yesterday,
I welcome you cordially to my abode of happiness,
where sky is more blue,
where birds sing song of LOVE,
where moon writes poem with stars,
and, where ocean paints
the stories of ages,
to feel and enjoy our little moment.
Please come...

by Sarojini Pattayat

Comments

  1. a wonderful hearty call
    to the abode of happiness
    with wings of love
    where the sky is more blue
    as none stays here for ages to come
    yesterday to day tomorrow
    none knows which is the moment
    calls us back
    none knows what is the
    result of the next moment
    the brush of the time
    will sketch the picture
    and coloring it is in our hands
    good poem with a good
    enthusiasm of life
    the spirit and zeal
    shall persist for years
    and the happiness shall bow
    to you

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  2. hi Ghost last night
    came to you on
    your wings of happiness
    stayed with your time
    heard your sweet laugh
    saw your beautiful smile
    none will stay here ages to come
    none make us to stay
    here for centuries to come
    fragrance of rose
    always takes away by air
    honey of flower will be
    stolen by bee
    the nature and heart
    will tell to be
    happy and well
    live on the petal of roses
    live on the fragrance mingled air
    let ghost say o k

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