Time Is A Curse
Time always play
a game with me
It holds my
heart and mind tightly
Struggling to
move I can’t feel free
Time pushes me
down when I try
To climb up of
the hills of success
Making my
efforts vain, throat dry
Time has never
done me any good
It has given me
pains and inflicted
Deep cuts to
bleed since childhood
The Sound Of Tear Falling
The sound of
tear falling
From the deep
pools of the eyes
Makes the clouds
cry in sadness
While pacing the
blueness of the skies
The sound of
tear falling
Makes the birds
fly away afar
Above the stoic
mountain chains
Their wings
shinning in the sun’s glare
The sound of
tear falling
From your
beautiful eyes breaks
The silence in
my heart and sadness
Flows like a
river through its many cracks
The sound of
tear falling
Can be heard
from far and near
I gather the
broken pieces of heart
Pain of
separation I can’t no more bear
You Are The Flower
You are the
flower in my heart
I groom you with
the potion of love
You are the
prayer in my lips
I have you as a
blessing from above
You are like the
rain in my life
That was lying
dry since many years
You are the
warmth of kindness
When in sadness
I drop copious tears
You are the
fresh flower I seek
To feel glad
when my life seems dull
You are the
music of the stream
I hear when in
the morn I take a stroll
ANIL KUMAR PANDA
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