This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"
Look what I see there
those गुलाब are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those गाना birds are very dear to me..
This green घास freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart
See what I see there
a इंद्रधनुष after a very heavy rain
those रंग can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature
I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am गाना with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.
a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"
Look what I see there
those गुलाब are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those गाना birds are very dear to me..
This green घास freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart
See what I see there
a इंद्रधनुष after a very heavy rain
those रंग can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature
I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am गाना with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.
a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.
The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from आप and the things you've become.
Don't आप remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do आप remember at all?
Now my hatred for आप is growing strong.
Every insult आप throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much और can I take?
Now do आप see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are आप glad that आप killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course आप don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My दिल isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some फ्रेंड्स या something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from आप and the things you've become.
Don't आप remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do आप remember at all?
Now my hatred for आप is growing strong.
Every insult आप throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much और can I take?
Now do आप see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are आप glad that आप killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course आप don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My दिल isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some फ्रेंड्स या something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Stopping द्वारा Woods on a Snowy Evening
द्वारा ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and फ्रोज़न lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his साज़, दोहन, हार्नेस bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
द्वारा ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and फ्रोज़न lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his साज़, दोहन, हार्नेस bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a तितली perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The घास is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a भालू behind a पेड़ scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(
