I make my presence
merely in her love sense
life remains beyond to ponder
found I forever to wander
I am viewed in her
as I am a part of her
the hindrances reveal all around
what to do is a matter bound and round
since my foes are my own
therefore,I sometimes bend down
entirely, what to do for my ❤

She is beautiful,
more than that of moon,
shining in the darken night.  
             She is beautiful,
             more than that of sun,
             shining to sway darkness of day.
she is beautiful,
more  than that of lotus,
growing to increase the beauty of mud.
            she is beautiful,
             more than that of stars,
            twinkling altogether trim sky.
She is beautiful,
more than that of diamond,
shining to adorn black coal.
             she is beautiful,
             more than that of angels,
             dancing in the courtyard of heaven.
She is beautiful,
than that of words,
my mind has to describe.
              She is beautiful,
              oviously no doubt,
              to me and for others.
She is beautiful,
forever beautiful,
till stars, sun, moon stop,
glowing brilliant rays of light,
in an open scattered sky....



©raushan

Many paths lead to my ambition,
which one I follow ceases my motion.
All is alluring except one,
that is lagged behind by everyone.
sadly,stand at the common point of path,
consider deeply to follow which path.
nothing yet struck to mind,
am doing an act like blind.
all of sudden a ray within glows,
on what base to follow which it shows.
an effective sound heard,
sort out all of your weakness,  
these clue is more,
and also merely a point of choice,
to rejoice the true name of life.
a set of weakness is now my power,
to have to enjoy my life for long an hour.
am thankful to heart,
shows me to follow such path.
that is left unscattered alone,
welcomes me alone,
to lead me to goal of mine,
that I later realised my life is now sun shine...







©raushan

I wanna forget of her memory,
But a feeling of her love story.
did no support to my memory,
To forget all of her past glory.
         She was merely my beloved,
         To whom merly I so much loved.
         But a **** time for my lovely beloved,
         That she later became god bestloved.
She meant to my whole world,
And I miss a lot my true gold.
I became now half to my world,
And weep to recall words she told.
         She revealed no more of her sight,
         That adored my life with dark light.
         Solitary a man seeing her in my sight,
         That none thinks I'm a man of right.
Nothing of the world tastes me good,
As her live  memory turnes me mood.
For her  forget to devour even once food,
But all of her live memory taste more good
         She is such my beautous beloved,
        I can't forget ever how she loved.         
         She is such an outlive cute beloved,
         To whom I always decently loved.
She became now a twinkling star,
With a great distinction like pole star.
I feel her really so close not so far,
Thanks to god for being her close not so far...










                  

              
              

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