Pity me not: feel proud instead - for, I still hold relentless hope.
Worry
not: just cheer me through- I rest only
after giving my best.
Compare me
not : with the blossoming flowers- instead admire my form of reality.
Forget me
not: while I remind you- that time
defines itself in brevity.
There will be a tomorrow & I shall rise.You will see a "New Me".
In Different
colours & distinguished looks, I will set myself free.
With a
praise on your lips, a surprise on your face,
You will be
here again, to applaud my new phase.
As this nature puts me to test, here is an example I set.
The harder
you get, the mightier I grow.
The vigorous
you get, a stronger "will" I show.
Because...
Behind every
silencing clamour of destruction,
Rejuvenates
a powerful voice called "determination".
Dedicated to all the citizens of Nepal who bank on the epicentre of faith, when the ground shakes..
This post has been written for Prompt of the Month; a feature of Writer's Ezine
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
Bravo!!
ReplyDeleteYour poem lends so much of hope. A very optimistic look at the tragedy.
ReplyDeletehope lies eternal in the human breast.....a poem with a message of hope....well done Viyoma....
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and more so for the dedication!
ReplyDeleteThis is really nice poem :). Meeting you through Blogadda.
ReplyDeleteSo soulful lines.
ReplyDelete"Behind every silencing clamour of destruction,
Rejuvenates a powerful voice called "determination".
To write such lines for the prompt, reflects your talent.
Kudos to u.
A bful poem, filled with so many inspiring thoughts and words! Luved reading it...
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