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I sit here atop, closing my eyes And hear the natures, its bellows and cries; The wind whispers, its touch is cool Swaying my hair,me in its gentle rule; The trees speaking, rustling their lips I wish i could hear these naughty gossips; The chirps and creaks I hear them slight Yeah the underworld is out for the night; Apart from all, I still hear small silences Calling out me from some distant absences; I wonder is it God, my soul or my loves Who is looking upon me as quiet as the doves; No I can't hear or see or touch this essence It just tells me about its existence; "I ain't god or spirit or soul, you fool I am just the love and care of the hearts u rule !"
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
The voice
I sit here atop, closing my eyes And hear the natures, its bellows and cries; The wind whispers, its touch is cool Swaying my hair,me in its gentle rule; The trees speaking, rustling their lips I wish i could hear these naughty gossips; The chirps and creaks I hear them slight Yeah the underworld is out for the night; Apart from all, I still hear small silences Calling out me from some distant absences; I wonder is it God, my soul or my loves Who is looking upon me as quiet as the doves; No I can't hear or see or touch this essence It just tells me about its existence; "I ain't god or spirit or soul, you fool I am just the love and care of the hearts u rule !"
(my first attempt to write a poem)
#love#friends#nature#solitude#people#care
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abhinav-sharmad5
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
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