Words are few or too many
My thoughts are costlier than a penny
They follow the dictates of my heart
Of myself, they are a vital part
Higher than clouds, my thoughts do soar
Of my basic ideas, they form the core
Pinned to the ends of rainbows of gold
They rise to great heights, in silence, untold
Round they whirl with the wind and the rain
Cyclonic in their strength like Wyatt’s Hurricane
In the eye of the storm is comparative calm
I live them all, without any qualm
My thoughts, in actions, I strive to turn
In the midst of a lot of heart-ache and heart-burn
The wisdom I gain is a costly one
It is no mere jaunt of unrestrained fun
The doubt always rises: Have I done enough
Have I yet proved my innermost stuff ?
Doubts give rise to doubts, thought to thought
Between complacency and energy, a battle is fought.
These thoughts were born along with me
And nurtured by me, with the greatest care
With respect for their various salient points
To voice them, in public, I did dare.
Their repayment to me with now be tenfold
They will take me beyond the pot of gold
For only by expressing them can I hope my words to thrive
And after my death, like evergreen shrubs, survive
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So well expressed in verse this need to set down for the future one's thoughts and feelings. Loved it
Thanks for being the forerunner in appreciating my work and words 🙏🏼👍💐God bless you
You are most welcome. This is a poem with the feeling of so many poets and I too have written on this subject.
That’s just awesome. Pls do share your thoughts and poem 🤗💐
You have spoken the heart of many with your own heart 🙏🏻🕊️
So glad it resonated with you and others 👍💐
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
Great to fly high (or is it just fly?) with those thoughts, but I feel guilty and quickly land back on earth.
That's just me though, and everyone has their own parameters....
You wrestled that one into shape nicely.
thanks - I too land on earth with a thud more often than not, if I try to fly beyond the limits, even though my inner self wants to do it - but practicality wins the day..
thanks for the frank response - here's wishing you and yours a beautiful weekend..
You too 🙏
thanks - we had the annual X'mas fair in our society this weekend, so had my cousins over...had a good time...
Safina, this reads with real sincerity…the way you trace thought from heart to action to legacy feels honest and deeply personal. It carries both effort and hope. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for your uplifting and appreciative response...glad you liked it..
have a beautiful weekend..
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