Never Give Up The Gift, Life

Never Give Up The Gift, Life long poem

Listen, listen to my beating heart
It has learnt the expression art
Hear, hear my bold manly voice
It has learnt the speech to rejoice
Look, look at my confident eyes
They have learnt adjustment to rise
Yes I have overcome the dreadful time
The time of hardships and loneliness

At times heart became hard and stony
At times voice became shrill and uncanny
At times eyes became wet and slimy
At times I felt unreal and dreamy
When failure tended to evolve
All easy equation tended to remain unsolved
But me, the winner made these a practice shield
And moved for the quest of treasury field.

Today I write to express, the emotions deep
Today I run to climb, the future so steep
Today I stop to learn, from the past heap
Today I walk to think, how can I reap
The sweetest fruit of the precious life
The dearest mate to avoid strife
Because life is not a waste, it’s a gift
And we should not skit while we drift

This piece calls to the bravehearts today
Who have overcome the vagaries yesterday
Like a lone survived soldier of the war
Arrested and assaulted with abused lore
But never left the hope to return and live
With wife and children in his home hive
I congratulate those, for returning to who you are
I congratulate those, for dragging your lost race so far

It is not winning or losing the race that matters
It is the faith and knowing own capabilities that matters
The fight with dreadful time has surely ignited a power to live
And taught not to lose ever like a coward without a risky dive
This power will be carried on as experience in future tussles
And will help to win if not won in this race, without muscles
So wishing good luck and bright strong future ahead
Always fight, learn, adjust and help your change to spread.

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I am a college student with enormous energy to talk and act. I was in class three when I first wrote a story although it lacked traces of reality. It consisted of my imagination and rhymes. My parents were oblivious to the fact that I can write poems and stories, as I am a very secretive person. It was during my 12th standard examination when one of the invigilators found me of my scribbling on my question paper, a piece pertaining to the incidents of the Examination Hall. Since it consisted of blatant, ugly truths of the prevailing scenario of the Hall, I was reported to the Principal and my parents were summoned. That was how for the first time my parents came to know that I have a knack towards writing. I was censured, but simultaneously the externals did pat my back. And that's where I was propagated to take my writing seriously. It was my seat of Inception to Revelation of my Being through poems. It was an inexpressible feeling where I was chided as well as praised by my Principal Sir. This is why I kept on writing what ever popped up in my mind and penned down my thoughts about my family, nature, parents, feelings and even animals. I am not a poet by birth but I am a poet by situation. I love to write poems as they are my best means of expression and my pen is my best comrade.
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Drusshti Singh
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lovely poem , inspired me a lot , keep writing ………..

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