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Wheel of life

                                                 Till where does the river flow till when the stars surcease to shine So must circle the wheel of life  till when the mountain must stand till when the oceans subsist So must turn the wheel of time till when the body bonds to the soul so long as life exists, and the living be Must art remain, and the feelings flow May the hearts beat in tune with the living and the gifts be spread throughout Love and loss and death and rebirth faith and companion and success and play must each spoke of the wheel turn its way And till when the wheels are given free rein May all the living remain.
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Optimistic Poetry

How a poet thinks:

If I were to abbreviate my world in a casing,
It'd be romantic red roses - so clearly I'm lovesick.
Just gift me a modicum of tinker Bell's glitter, it'll be a godsend and won't be a detractor.
I devalued nature's best work gaily,
Now I'm a deviant listening to hummingbirds' daily.
I lore life's purpose by belief and nature,
I wish I could have waited a little later.
Nondescript is a world without poetry,
Don't we poets deserve an ovation for our love-filled pages,
No, we don't get much but cheers of joy are enough for our wages!

Pranati Pathak 13th July 2021.
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  1. UnknownNovember 22, 2021 at 11:04 PM

    Poetry is eternal

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    1. Pranati PathakNovember 23, 2021 at 4:18 PM

      "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." William Wordsworth.

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