DEAD POET SOCIETY

 

AN ODE TO ARABIAN NIGHTS

Wandering through the desert,

Under the scorching sun,

I walk in a weary state,

With no hope left to live.

But I soar high in courage,

To reach the road that leads me home,

With no means to survive,

But I reach my home 

Laid rest with beloved ones

What binds us together

 Which is love

My past   was a tale of knowing the world

My future  is a tale of living

AN ODE TO THE PASSAGE OF TIME

As the water drops

So the time runs 

As the cherry blossom

So does the rain come by

The narratives created

Cease the time to make it

Alas, Alas 

The passage of time is short

With no regard to the

 Expectations for the future

As the world is chaos and muck

Where a nudge is created

To see and understand 

Everything goes by

Waiting for a new dawn 

Hearing the chirping sound

Of the birds

As the sun rises

 

BLISS OF NATURE

  There was bliss 

In every nature

As the plants bloom

So is  the  flowers

Grow among the thorns

In the array of bliss

As they begin to live

Among  the thorns

As they pass away

They withered like

Last dried leaf and flower

Lost it's beauty

As they reach the last leg of life

To  bloom and be blissful

In the creator's comfort

In the bliss of nature