The Day Of Delight (Part-2)

The Day Of Delight (Part 2) short poem

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This is my life,
and I am watching the sky
sitting on in this earth
beside a lake,
with a vacant mood;
I think it’s the best time
to feel the blessedness of this earth.
A busy one can’t have sense
of importance of this moment,
and will not acquire completeness
ignoring such fantastical sight.
Big lake, bright light,
layers of pearly water,
everything is bloomed and bright.
Oh God,
what a charming day of delight!
Don’t miss the day,
come, don’t be moody and sit by me,
and let’s enjoy the day of delight.
Dear friends, come,
don’t delay;
leave your busy day.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book My Life and My Songs

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Bibhakar Dutta

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J.rid
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I loved your optimistc poem lets enjoy the day of delight —I liked that very much.
Yes all people are equal as humans the difference is in our minds not posessions.

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