In the Fields of eyes
I planted some dreams
Watered them ,with my "hard work" streams
Used my strength as pesticide
Faith was wings and hopes were ride
It took long , did not happen soon
With my will ,i built stair to moon
As I moved , upward the sky
Shine of moon decreased ,don't know why
When i landed ,was no silver land
darkening rocks and howling sand
Asked the moon with shivering voice
Where is glow with what you rise
With your grace what have you done?
Moon said sorry as i have none
Shine i had , was borrowed from sun
He makes me starve and gives me scarce
When doesn't , i cry with stars! (tears)
My Dear Friends ,this poem is dedicated to one of my class fellow from school .
she was unique for me to her habits of borrowing so many stuff from her rich relatives .She felt confident in borrowed clothes and jewelry ,when she expected guest she borrowed even furniture without realizing that people from whom she borrows don't speak respectfully for her .I just got some news about her which is other time story .
Dear fellows please love yourself,love life as it is very short and unpredictable .Ups and downs come to test our strength .Best you have is "you" and Your Confidence so whatever come to you is not enough big to shake your faith in God and in You!
Take Care .God Bless You All!!!
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