Beyond the fence of should and seem,
I found a province of pure blue—
A truce between the earth and dream,
A truth the lens alone could prove.
The finite frame holds infinite sky.
What fault is there in shade or beam?
I lift this small, defiant eye
against the slow, forgetting stream.
And here, arrested in its flight,
is all the evidence I need:
Life, caught between the dark and bright,
performs its brilliant, stubborn deed.
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Life is a mix of good and bad. I use my camera to catch and save the good moments. These photos are my proof that life, even with its pain, is still stubbornly beautiful and worth celebrating. # The "archive" is your photo gallery. Each photo is a piece of evidence against sadness and forgetfulness.
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A most beautiful poem so well worded and with rhyme and near rhyme. Well done
Thanks A Lot for your Praisworthy words💙🙏💝
Life is a mix of good and bad. I use my camera to catch and save the good moments. These photos are my proof that life, even with its pain, is still stubbornly beautiful and worth celebrating.
# The "archive" is your photo gallery. Each photo is a piece of evidence against sadness and forgetfulness.
Thank you for your valuable comment once again 🙏🙏💝💝
You are most welcome
beautiful
I am pleased to receive your comment💝🙏💙
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