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One Day I’ll Go Far Away In The Depths Of My Grave…!
My Real Home…!
Nobody Can Meet Me,
I’ll Be All Alone.!
My Parents Can’t Come To Help Me.!
I’ll Be Afraid Of Dark.
But,
Ur Prayers May Lighten My Grave.!
So,Please Do Remember Me In Ur Prayers & Forgive My Last Year’s Mistakes .
If I Have Ever Hurt You
I’m Saying Sorry From Depth Of My Heart.
Please Accept My Apology…
The old mill long had closed its doors
the rotting wheel would turn no more
no grain to grind, no country stores
where old men sat, told stories, swore…
And rocks that formed the waterfall
became the playground for us all
on summer days, it beckoned, called
beneath the old mill’s rotting walls….
The chill of water, mountain-fed
awakened spirits, long since dead
where millers’ children once were fed
on banks upon which lovers wed.
And yet i hear the echoes still
where laughter of the children filled
those rotting walls upon the hill
‘twas once the home to Freeman’s Mill…
Seasons In The Sun
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall?.
Surprises and joys?hidden in All?.
A strange warmth, within the winter chills..
Oh, the bewitching pictures?of snow-clad hills !
A burst of colours?as the Spring flowers appear,
Like rainbows on petals…here,there? and everywhere !
Energy and sunshine..?the Summer brings,
A long vacation !.?among other things.!
Autumn arrives..with its quiet charm?
Leaves jump for joy?..and lie arm in arm..
Seasons come..and Seasons leave?.
New visions to see?new dreams to weave !!
This pair of small eyes,
Help in saying big things,
Love not expressed from lips,
Is confessed by a wink.
At any place in the world,
Her eyes keep searching for me,
Sparkle of her eyes is moved to her lips,
After she finds me.
Each feeling of her heart,
Is said by eyes of hers
Whenever I leave her,
Droplets of water stroll down in form of tears.
Can always find,
Unconditional love for me in her eyes,
Confirming the thought to be true,
That the pair never says lies.
I have a feeling,
She has a straight heart to eye connection,
As she expresses everything, by her eyes,
That?s needs to be mentioned.
When I can?t find her eyes around me,
Don?t know what happens to my day,
Smile from my visage,
Remains at bay.
In the night when I lie on a gathered hay,
Under the starry layer of the endless worlds,
I trace your eyes in the maze of stars,
Like a pattern laid out by two beautiful pearls.
This pair of small eyes,
Help in saying big things,
Love not expressed from lips,
Is confessed by a wink.
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.
Then seek not, sweet, the “If” and “Why”
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.
Poet: Christopher Brennan