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Gazing upon your unwind Dreams
Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Gazing upon your unwind Dreams
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Weary I am, listen, you, all those hearing me. Here I stand ahead, not with a delightful heart. In dejection I exclaim, pay back my sweat And all the span I bestowed for felicity. For your cause and the demesne, I strived for, So uniquely for the life that counts forever.
The second I call with hopes to fare, Every nook and cranny in mind of trust, Even dispensed equally of my felicity, Not just for those old or young, even you In hope of blooming the soil I desired. But, all seems a waste of time and vigor, The thronos before me seems Armageddon, In the chamber it lies, a lackluster, so palish And my nous somber to see those younkers.
Not just blooming like an aimless knight, With blur eyes, ‘cause they dig their sweat,
For deadly fruits that hide in the flame. Look beyond, my comrades, and my head, Innocents were they, but traversed the limit.
Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
How can I appear with such a weary face? Being deluded, my instinct bleats high, Millions of fingers at my roof that never was, My demesne is rusting now and then. My dearest ones with their deaf ears, Delivered me with treachery at this spot, Whom I ever consider a ruby in my territory And left I vex to worry about the life that piles.
Count, how fiery my limbs and my spirit So pallid, gazing upon your unwind dreams. Count at that dahlia, no charms in it, I find, And my comrades so heedless in travail.
Why upon my torrid, you plainly stare? Better be out with your instance attempt. Let the day after be like a peacock in vanity, To let me adorn this golden seat rightfully.
How its philia be restored, you know it well. Rush in authority to redeem it from failing, Hold not hell to rule them in your presence For you're my own and in you my hope rests.
Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
The promise of Eden is in my mind to make, And you all my fairies - the courier of peace For better land to create, free of vexations, Forever, life after life, even if we go forth Humble in spirit, being a useful white knight.
