while(you == readingThisPoem)
{
    String title = "++E++";

    if( you.dontLike(title) )
    {
        printf("I don't care!");
    }

    if( I_Die == true )
    {
        if( PeopleRememberMe == true )
        {
            myLife = "Complete";
        }
        else
        {
            myLife = "Incomplete";
        }
    }

    switch( myLife )
    {
        case "Complete":
            printf("I'll rest in peace!");
            break;

        case "Incomplete":
            printf("I'll come back to fulfil my dream!");
            break;

        default:
            printf­("My thoughts are not so simple as they seem!");
    }
}

Twigs have been broken
A branch has been shaken
But the tree of life stands firm still
Unshaken, unaware of the ****


The leaves still move
To the light wind’s groove
The fallen ones let out their cry
Which is heard only by the sky


On one branch, A bunch of flowers did appear
When autumn was near
They bloomed with radiance
While others were on descent


They used to whisper, speak and laugh
And shield each other from the wind’s wrath
They used to shine in the night
They used to watch the birds’ flight
They used to wish for more might
But were soon to suffer the creator’s spite

And they did.

Tell me where I lack,
Cut down on the slack,
What MORE I can do,
Just tell me something NEW

There are no words to describe silence
There is no sound to describe noise
There is no image to describe air
and there is no sign to describe happiness

We live by our senses
We live by what we learn from them
We live by feelings alone
and yet we can never describe the feeling of being alive

I am a poet as I feel
I am a fighter as I feel
I am a dreamer as I feel
and I know not what I am

When it rains in the wild, if I shall ever see,

I imagine this is how it would be,

the sky looks like an old man’s beard,

and the ground is muddy and smeared



the trees look green and happy,

and the birds sit in their nests all chirpy,

the monkeys jump around and start to dance,

enchanted with the wild rain’s trance



the predators go back to their families,

the preys heave sighs of reliefs,

the lion king roars to tell,

that this is my rain, rest of you…go to hell

Like the sunlight forcing its way through a cloudy screen,

and the thunder breaking all silence and serene,

a lotus glowing with its aura in a black swamp,

horses that run free on escaping from men's camps,

a butterfly struggling to break its cocoon,

a lion hunting in the feeble light of the moon,

a wounded tigress defending her cubs and enduring all pain,

the birds slowly reaching their nests in the treacherous rain,

nature shows us the path to follow,

how to deal with life when it seems hollow,

make a stand for what you believe in,

stand up for it, never to cave in,

struggle is the beauty of life,

seeing someone break the limits of mind and body is a lovely sight,

when you can expand boundlessly do you feel free,

when you can write a poem without a topic do you feel free...