Dust off …

Dust off … short poem

Astounding pride some exude,

In reflection of exterior

Little do beings ever realize

That Master is all superior.

The creator scrupulously must have

Decanted, and created the imperial nature.

Altruistically and artistically HE has scattered,

A little of self in each creature

The luster on radiant top conceits

Eyes to believe in all facades,

But the glory of being remains within,

The soul‘s route is veiled in hearts.

Crack the image and gust the sheath

The dreary would become precious,

An unseen, untouched truth waits

Like coco, gratifying and luscious.

The wind across does rebuke,

All we are all but pretty dust,

Will lie beside each other soon,

With no face on crust!

Peek inside and pray with heart,

The face will phase off for sure!

Few noble souls will be enlightened,

Sinners will stay to thrive no more!

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Charu Gulati

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A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
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Archana Sharma

” When man compared himself to God,
God said ” Don’t forget that it is I who has created you”
But very often we forget that
and consider ourselves to be superior to God….Just a proof of our arrogance and stupidity!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Ouch! Sinners will stay to thrive no more! I pray always.

Editorial Board

A poem about faith in the essential goodness of human beings who are all God’s creation. Refreshing piece of writing amidst the jaded view one mostly encounters. Well written too!


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