Scorching is the heat
ducked and stocked in a dense close room
with white walls forming the corners
while the mind soaring high
a desk to support on
a rocking chair giving a vibe
Timber is the desk
mechanical becomes the brain
typing constantly on a keyboard with some strain
a young mind
with growing age
with dreams vast as open sky
stocked up in a pile
talking about round abode one lives by
With the blazing sun outside
with scorching heat
and drenched sweats of hard work on sleeves
soul doesn’t tire by
it has a dream to fulfil upon
it is trying to bloom under the sky
negativity strokes the ceiling
the humble ground says, “stay low”
work in progress
for a dynamite to explode;
working in silence
was the trait;
working to make a shot
maybe a day shall arise
when the blooming shall fill the score
those numbers shall result on sheet
ambitions reaching its shore
A beautiful sweet smell shall fill the room
the scent of success filling the abode…..
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Awesome poem And so much positivity showing up !!
Profoundly said
Great Work in Silence
And let success make the noise
Let you master in your excellence
Because great things always happen in silence....!!!
Words just flows your pen and they turned to be magic. !! Thanks Spiller for this yet another wonderful poem !!
Thanks for showering praises like cherry blossoms
In a cold month they are a scene to behold
Like that in hard times your praises in rhythms of poetry is a respite
Thanks dear Vamsi and I shall try my best to ink with blue and black around…
You blossom with each word. Within the confines of the room, the brain, you bring to life the thoughts, the words of that sweet success in the joy you give to those who read.
Thanks dear Bella
The room filled with smell of paper and inks
With books of all sorts
Suddenly seems full of life
When door of poetry opens and praises from friends heard
Lifeless objects start telling tales
I can imagine this scene vividly. It's wonderful.
Thanks dear Rozina
Much appreciated
I am sure that success will fill your world spilleronsheet.
Andy
Thanks dear Andy for showering me with best wishes…I am sure I will make it…
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