How Blessed Are We

How Blessed  Are We short poem

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Differ you may with my thinking
For me it is the beautiful creation of God
Lucky we should be
To be within this beautiful world
I waited for the sun to wake up
And stand on top of the day
To write with blood and bone
About the beautiful creation around
The gloomy cumulus clouds
Above the rolling hills
Take us to a land of wonder.
The soft spring breeze
soothes our hearts with its soft finger tips
The beautiful flowers
make our body and mind perfumed
The roaring sea and silent ocean
Make the heart beat blow up and down.
The waves pull back and forth in the wind
Sounds a music in every ear with a splash
The weary and tired sun
Tries to hide its face some where
In the lap of the silent ocean
Throwing a blood red paint
On the face of the sky.
The stars dance in the night
Crystalize upon our eyes so bright
The earth appears most worthy ,
So pleasing and soul satisfying place of solitude.
The soft wind touches on the face
Whispers in the ears
Go and take rest
This beautiful earth is yours.

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ammu sachariah

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I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.
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Viswas Menon

Yes..we are truly blessed….wonderful poetry..

Laya Sarath

Wowo..wonderful aunty..yes we are blessed indeed…


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