Don’t Let Me Forget

I’m not afraid of heavy rain
but give me a better umbrella to let it drain
not afraid of challenges in life
but give me the precision to cut them all with knife

You may not give me the best
but let me enjoy it like a fest
You may not give me a right friend
but give me the relationship to take it to the end

You may always reward me with the stone
but make me the architect to make a bridge of the stones thrown
You may fail me a million of times
but keep me away from all the crimes

You may not give me people with good face
as the beauty of heart is the real grace
You may not give the life which is dreamy
but make me a slogger to make it creamy

You may not help me in my need
but don’t let my aspirations ever turn into greed
as you ‘give, give and forgive’ at your crest
and our notion always is ‘get, get and forget’

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Doing something new is what i love to do. Poetry is one of them. Neither much interested in reading all the poems nor do i have much knowledge about literature. But i write what i think. My heart holds my pen, not my hands. Welcome to the random yet colorful world of shubham.
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A beautiful prayer…a wonderful wish! Made my day reading this poem:)


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