. My love and I went out a'walking, that is when we both ceased talking. Loving, being free and alone together despite the rain and inclement weather. Yes the rain fair soaked us through but it felt just like a shower for two. All of this along with chirping birds the moment we stopped using words.
THE KEY There are many keys to a door Without the keys you can't secure-keep Or open to great possibilities You're yet to reach Do your best in the present To get the key of the future
Education is Key to the door of a great future The basic necessity that bridges the gap between the poor and rich I may not be rich today But with this key I will be rich someday invest wisely in education Don't let this precious gift Be a deprivation For with it we'd be Key-Leaders of the future Education- my pride: is the KEY
Depression sneaks into my sight You can Unsneak it with a fight Let out this negative entity With your will-might Don't permit its suppression Tis an oppression you must kick out Let it flow only out And never to flow in To give it a rout I stand with you For the collection of its recollection Put your mind under Lock and key Only positivity can open
I feel that of those I hate, I cry the words of their fate, I see the world in which they lie, the somber meaning of their cry, I hear the wind that cuts beneath their feet, I tremble as they accept defeat.
Well this is a request, & not a poem! Kindly do read my poem- 'A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM'- composed for this special occasion of CHRISTMAS, & do re-post the same if you happen to like it ! Thanks & best wishes, - Raj New Delhi, 25 Dec 2018.