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)

224 Like 10 Dislike
Previous poetry Next poetry
Other poetry

Apney hisse ka diya khud jalaana hoga...

Khawahish Se Nahi Girtey Phal Jholi Mein
Waqt Ki Shakh Ko Mere Dost Hilana Hoga
Kuch

Loving An Xbox Vs Me

I don't have a controller,

And I don't have a screen,

I don't need to be plugged

Losing The Best Part Of Me

I'm no longer whole

And sadly neither is he

We've been locked out by pain

Different Types Of Friends

We all have many types of friends,

And in our lives, they come and go.

But if we

KISI KE LIYE SARTAAJ HAI ZINDGI

किसी के लिए सरताज है जिंदगी

कभी दो

Dhadkan Dil Ki Ruk Jati Hai

Mohabbat Karli Tumse Bahut Sochne Ke Baad,

Ab Kisi Ko Dekhna Nahi Tumhe Dekhne Ke Baad,

AAJADI KI RITI NIBHAI

लाल रक्त से धरा नहाई,

श्वेत नभ पर ल

dost ke door ho jane ke baad

मैं ना जानू दोस्त तेरे दूर हो जाने के

safar me dhoop

यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म

Your Wounds

Time doesn’t heal wounds

to make you forget.

 

It doesn’

Sign up to write
Sign up now to share your poetry.
Login   |   Register
Follow Us
Indyaspeak @ Facebook Indyaspeak @ Twitter Indyaspeak @ Pinterest RSS



Play Free Quiz and Win Cash