The Miracle


Posted on 11th Dec 2014 06:05 pm by mohit kumar

There is a majestic quality
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some never realize
The magnificence they hold in others' eyes.

Ah, yes, life itself is the gift.
Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift.
And some might think the reverence gone
As those we love one by one pass on.

But the intricacies Fate doth weave
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth
From souls no-longer of this earth.

At first notice I came undone,
My father staring at me through my son.
But, now, in joy I ascertain
Through him, my father lives again.

I look to heavens' resounding grace
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes
The miracle continues, no one really dies.

(Michael Anderson)

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MERI KALAM OR DAWAAT

ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल

If I Were To Write A Poem

If I were to write a poem,

It would be a fantastic piece of art,

Many people woul

kya kami reh gayi

Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai

 

ja ja kar khaali haath laut aat

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My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder

What the noise is every night t

A Rooted Friend

Friends come and go

and love grows, grows, and grows

True friends are trees with

HINDUSTAN KHATRE MEIN HAI

ना मस्जिद खतरे में है, ना मंदिर खतरे म

Heartbroken And Confused

My heart feels like it's torn in two,

Why can't I just be with you?

Every day ano

Truth Untold

My pain and misery fall from the sky

So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

No More Sadness

It's done and it's over

I'm through with misery

No more sadness

No more y

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