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Harry Lamba Apr 2014
Beautiful is a flower
Beautiful is a leaf
Beautiful is a tree
Beautiful is a fruit.

Beautiful is a lake
Beautiful is a river
Beautiful is the sea
Beautiful is a wave.

Beautiful is a rock
Beautiful is the sand
Beautiful is a mountain
Beautiful is the snow.

Beautiful is a bird
Beautiful is a deer
Beautiful is a squirrel
Beautiful is a butterfly.

Beautiful is the sun
Beautiful is the moon
Beautiful is a cloud
Beautiful is the sky.

Beautiful is a face
Beautiful is a smile
Beautiful is innocence
Beautiful is gentle touch.

Beautiful is nature
Beautiful is it's every element
Become a part of nature
Let nature be your partner.

Whatever is natural
Appreciate every bit
Let nature be nature
Treat nature with care.
Harry Lamba Apr 2014
A certain thing in
Life is death
One goes the way
One comes in.

All struggles happen
In the brief span
Between birth and death
We call this life.

We've a chance at hand
To live this life
And give our all
To make it interesting.
Harry Lamba Apr 2014
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Harry Lamba Apr 2014
If you’re happy,
then you're the lucky ones.

If you don’t think of death day after day,
then you're the lucky ones.

If you have someone that loves you back,
then you're the lucky ones.

If you can feel your heartbeat inside your chest,
then you're the lucky ones.

Because the rest of us,
we’re dead inside.

We’re the sad ones
and the lonely ones.

We're the ones
that cry ourselves to sleep at night.

We're the ones
that dread life day after day.

We're the ones that watch you,
jealous that you're not us.

— The End —