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In Midst Of A Leader

Poetry By: abyskaria
Poetry


Tags: Help, Smiling, Ahead


Well, a simple poem who knows someone has time making an imprint in time. :)


Submitted:Sep 14, 2011    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


What have you found inside the same patterns of colors?

Do they repeat?

When in history has we found this much...

What will you tell stranger who arranged...

So much of perseverance...

In the conduct of duty...

Have they were inborn when we needed a change?

A struggle for survival...

In the race ever made in one time...

Who have you found in them?

It is a day made proceedings...

In the quest overcoming suffering

Not becoming insane in words or action...

But milestone if human are made like you

Where our worlds meet...

When distances are no longer mission or vision...

When we stand on their feet...

Even when the root are hard choices...

Yesterday when we recall...

There was village in midst of greenery...

Now in the early morning we begin a journey...

So powerful that we step inside the next masterpieces...

Of a history yet made unique...

Assembling pieces of those who made unique...

Every craftman ever made recall those patterns...

Analysed in efforts giveaway...

Is the above realized?

Has any point of this outcome can be sketched in canvas?

How many years will ways be within?

Just join your strength inner most within your destiny...

This is the time.

A deadline where we can persuade...

Much begining even when this has fallen?

What is "this"?

If you know what you have drafted, that is only a begining

Can volumes of uncertainity read out existence?

Is this why volumes were written but left to explore?

Let us study the part "this"

There was a conference of mind-readers...

It was for the coin of grains...

Many calculated for ages...

Where will the bag may be found?

Somewhere where equals cant persuade

And pressure existed

They decided each will keep it ocassionaly

But there was a problem?

No one wanted to empty the bag for the third party

So decided they will frame the coin of grain in time and space

Every generation inherited this

But one day someone wanted nothing

So the chariot of trust keepers, came and asked

Who are you?

Can you show us?

He disappeared and teacher followed him with the bag

Some alarm rang inside every mind reader

How will we then carve again everything so far build?

Do we have to start again?

Embed whom will we ask,

Teacher has left into that age,

The fate encircled this reasons inside a human,

He aimed for laying out for a grade

His reason was simple,

"Save me when the problem persist,

Abandon me when otherwise"

Time changed and melting point was unanswered

So somebody had kept this dilemma always

You have a role like this human

Face unanswered questions,

Spring what is today?

Who knows what is rest?

Until this person inside you persist,

Learn and observe more so that...

You are not used up as matchsticks...

Every moment is precious...

Answer every call inside...

Only take rest while you find the clock has charge...

So refill always ahead.

:)





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