Amidst the falling thermosphere,
the winds rage like a poisonous fire,
as the abstract night dwindles to naught,
my heart is plagued by an unknown fear.
Will life's path be paved in clarity,
or will my conflict of pride and glory culminate?
I ponder these thoughts, talking to myself,
wiping my ears of disaster, tasting its bitter reality.
I vow to be vigilant against dishonest policies,
no hesitation, no protest, like a moving car, I carry on.
Like a young body filled with curiosity,
every aperture in me yearns to grow and learn.
Even as the banyan tree of love gradually fades,
I know that the humble spring wind will continue to blow,
and with it, the hope of a better tomorrow,
as I journey on, bravely facing life's ebbs and flows.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedication: In the hands of every elderly man. N.B: The Banyan Tree is found all over in India. As a symbolic form it is considered holy, since it is the tree of life and desires. The reason of desires, desires and desired happiness are the rudimentary elements that construct the tree.
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Comments4
Wisdom is the principle thing.
certainly..🙏❤️🙏
an interesting and well crafted poem .. certainly enjoyed the first time round .. furthermore, am sure it will be just as good when I re-visit it later .. Neville
🙏🙂❤️❤️
as a man of my word, I assure you sir, it was ..
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'wiping my *T*ears of disaster, tasting its bitter reality.
I vow to be vigilant against dishonest policies,'
just a great, life affriming write
dear poet, thank you!
🙏🙏❤️
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