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A farmer has to toil hard,
From the morn till evening.
He awakes early in morning,
Without rest he works till evening.
He tills irrigates and harvest his crops,
With gaily mood that never flops.
He survives with his family,
On the faith of his crops.
Facing drought, heavy rain,
Hurricanes, and pouring heavy hail stones.
Natural disasters he often face,
But weariness in him, you can’t trace.
He prays to God both the time,
In the dawn and the dusk prime.
His joys from his face never fade,
Either his crops are lost in insects invade.
I praise the farmer with a humble mind,
Who feed us all without claim and pride.
He believes in God providence,
I ever praise him with reverence.
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God has created this universe,
Insects, birds, human and anima.
In grand and beautiful natural surroundings,
the creation of a woman is excellence.
She passed her early years,
In Love and care of her parents.
But the prime of her youth is passed,
Among a new unknown world.
She leaves behind everything,
Joins the company of some unknown friend.
Her sacrifices can never be end,
I find probability it is the universal trend.
With the pass age of a time,
She becomes a lovely mother of her child.
The destiny of a woman take turns,
That can never be confined.
She brings up her children with great care,
In the atmosphere of fear or unfair world.
My homage to such sacrifices,
I will try my best to raise my voices.
God in form is visible,
We can touch Him, is possible.
As the sound of a bell is audible,
He exists in the form, is credible.
As the watch man can see,
With the help of dark lantern.
To whom he throws it's raise,
Unless he turns the light upon himself.
We have born in this world,
To realise God in everything.
We can see Him every where,
Without diverting our minds on other things.
When we are able to attain self knowledge,
We can attain the eternal one college.
If we have control over the five parts,
We can live a life full of art.
If we have control over the five movements,
A good new failures can be averted.
If we have control over these five powers,
We can control our mind and others.
Understand and grapple with those five powers.
Then alone is it possible to have control ourselves.
We know that the power is lodged in the five,
The tiny nerves bring the power from something fine.
When it tapers and becomes finer and finer,
The grossest the body, and the spirit is finer.
Thanks God for His beautiful creation,
Full of relish roots, sweet fruits and vegetation.
Fresh breeze, sweet water and milk,
We breath, quench and take sweet drink.
By taking them in accurate proportion,
We can work with a healthful motion.
A balanced diet of all these things,
Make us strong in all wings.
A healthy body contains a healthy mind,
Where weakness and sickness are never find.
A healthy man can enjoy his life,
With his children and beautiful wife.
too much to digest: time’s up for mastication,
noob meet rubix cube; more mental masturbation,
mark it with an ‘x’ like some kind of destination,
saw god reflected in the mirror at the train station,
slipped discs, backs out: big risk,
stay in; go fish --
could’ve split the last dish,
feeling bait like the fly on the hook,
reeling? still shook — belly empty tonight,
front to back muscles still all twisted and tight,
sealing up my creased brain — leaking ingrates;
cockroaches scurry when exposed under light,
most favour curried knows it’s lacking in spice.
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Re-education and Development
Arise youth, sing once more our nations' song
Echo with melodious notes of amber dawn's breeze;
Approach the time, congregate and recede,
Cling tight the cause which woke us, to Mother's soil throng.
Quicken the Arms, tuck in close the old page of Jo'anna,
Wrest her hopeful lines from the soiled hands of the glossy mandated;
Reconcile her boldness, for long so dastardly truncated
Clutch the last grains for the press, our Sacred Manna.
To bring them to that dusty field in '55, tore flesh from limbs
Day from night, are swollen tics in cuffs and suits
Chalk from gold, are roaches in servitude on knees bent.
Age and again, words shall from whispers rise unto a People's din
Hopes' ideas surface from our deepest human truth
Her weighty lines borne as life water, cautiously on faithful necks.
21st February 2018, Gapyeong
© 2018, 2019 TRUMANITY
Re-education and Development falls into the category: Midday Walks.
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swanning down soft focus lantern-lit streets --
full of sleep -- under night's blanket thrown,
god's finger raised to his lips in a hushing pose,
staggering silence sat upon its golden throne,
ambled aimlessly around now for one too many summers,
yet still; never lingered quite long enough to simmer,
fawned in the shimmering headlights of the oncoming,
overawed in the presence of life's ongoing glimmer,
in this moment:
the ancient holy dance of playful particle vibration resonates…
recalling; in this moment:
the dust which we will all return to; flickers in reflection at the eyes of recognition,
synchronicity is speaking… insistently and softly.
you don't have to answer -- dear witness: only listen.
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Men who prays power and pelf,
Goes down in scale of spirituality.
And so they are deprived of,
Their noble path and critical judgement of duty.
The creation and destruction of the Universe,
Both these stand fictious.
But this world naturally exists forever,
The multidious living things stand into existence.
One who is quite bereaved of Yoga,
Even in lack of discrimination.
Can get shelter in association of Saints,
Following them their truthful instructions.
We should never lose hope but with ardour,
Worship the lord with faith and devotion.
Remembering Him all the time,
For the good self betterment and promotion.
If you want to live forever,
Live for the noble deeds.
If you want to be immortal,
Love all and serve all.
The work of service is not easy,
While rendering service don’t be dizzy.
See your God in poorest of the poor,
Serve them without any greed and care.
Love is great and love is pious,
It gives us perfect joy and pleasure.
Love never fails, today or tomorrow,
Love shall get victory and brings never sorrow.
O my brother! Love is omnipotent,
Omnipotent power of love is permanent.
The free verse i composed last year titled "Deep Mosaic" contained contracted words and short lines that represented the sentiments of two voices working at cross-purposes to one another. Time and events encouraged me to work on separating the two purposes into two poems.
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Fellowship of Holy Men.
Fellowship of Holy men,
Wipe out millions of our sins.
But sins continue to counteracted,
By their holy sight we can win.
What should be done by one,
When their association is obtained.
One should seek their advice,
Carrying out their orders with manner restrained.
I feel the joy in obeying them,
No sound without silence,
No peace without violence,
No highs without lows,
No crests without troughs,
No shape without space,
No figure excluded -
Observe the cycle:
From dead trees come nutrients.
O! Poverty is really a curse,
A poor man lives his life in worse.
He struggles in his every walk,
For his miseries, we never talk.
He passes his day in sorrow,
For every want he has to borrow.
When he fails to return his debts,
Curses from everybody he always gets.
He fails to feed his children,
His life becomes for ...
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A Lad makes me Glad.
My heart leaps up when I see,
A beautiful lad fully glad.
His innocent smiling gives us alight,
I find then myself fully right.
His sweet words and innocent motions,
Give us Godly pleasure and good notions.
When he cleaves with delight,
His beautiful teeth give us a light.
I at once become a child,
And I play with him for a while.
I want to make his wond...
Every work that we do,
Everything that we think.
Leave such impression on the mind,
Make the some total of impact that we find.
Really each Man’s character is determined,
If good impressions are refined.
Look not at his great performance,
While judging the man’s character in advance.
But watch his most common actions,
Which will tell you the character of a person.
Character in ...
have you popped your balloon my love? my dear, did it ruin your day? rain falls in cadence.
tap on my window pane, i tear back the curtain; lightning - the jagged cosmic dance. yes lawd!
you're stood on that familiar corner again - what a way life has of returning our present to our past, held hostage to comfy routine.
i want to sink in - and be f...
Day and night every time,
I pray to God to save me from crime.
With full devotion and meditation,
I pay my offering with truth-sublime.
Day and night I thank God,
For making the beautiful world abroad.
Chattering birds and dancing peacocks,
Running brooks with rippling tide hard.
The good God, put everything in order,
Either on land, mountain or in border.
Everything is unique ...
Oh My Love! I love you from the bottom of my heart,
It’s a feeling of my innocent heart.
I want to see you all the day,
I wan to love you all the day.
Oh My Love! You are pious like a rose,
My feelings are overwhelming and full of praise.
Whenever I saw you it’s like a blow of cool wind touches my face,
It’s always a magical emotion of heart full of grace.
Love is awesome and beaut...