Dreams And Persistence

Dreams And Persistence long poem

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In the steadiest motion few dainty butterflies
Rose in the air, gave your eyes a big surprise
You, enchanted, rubbed your hands to prepare
For the hunt, your clever preys were but unaware
Of the plans that in your cunning mind came
So the dancing little wings thought of a game
Their teetering bodies rushed towards the hill
You chased the wise souls, harden’d your will
But lied the problem within your frenetic toes
Chocolate-brown waves splash’d on your clothes
A roaring fire of persistence dried your eyes
A light of hope flashed, made you again rise
Your sweaty skin gentled by the wind’s sigh
Your pounding heart echoed,”Give another try”
With renewed zeal you chased your quarries
That in satisfaction were fluttering with ease
But as you to their pretty figures went near
The floating jewels felt troubled and queer
As they tapped each other inside your net
In deep contentment you gazed at each pet
As you on the mountain top stood with pride
”Eureka!” you in triumphant delight cried
So chase your dreams the same way, friend
Before one day they like your existence end
You shall in this journey oft bleed and wail
Eternal joys will on you but afterwards hail

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Muhammad Farhan Ahmed

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I was born in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I started writing at the age of 11. I am a passionate poet and I use the power of my heart and my imaginations to write poems. I've been writing poetry for five years. I initially wrote free-verse poetry but I was inspired by William Wordsworth's poems and then I switched to rhythmic poetry. I am a poet of emotions and sentimentality. I embellish my thoughts and ideas by adding several metaphors, idioms, and similes. In 2013, I participated in an inter-school poetry competition in which I was awarded the first prize. I'm hoping to publish a book which compiles up all my poems, called ''Farhanite''. In my opinion, being a poet is like living in a world of dreams and inner visualizations, that you turn into words adorned by beautiful metaphors, similes, idioms, and rhymes. Poetry is a tool that completely changes your personality, your style, your ambitions, and in short, you.
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Another wonderful poem—funny I could see myself in their at times—dont know how to draw a smiley–but did enjoy the reading of your poem. Butterflies themselves look so delicate but some fly thousands of miles so the have strength too.


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