The man (1)

The man(poem-1)

The man whom you see
Is more than he seems
On descending from temple's stairs
A merciful half stretched fingers
Of doubted hand for alms
before you. 
Yours eyes flash to know
Others feelings
You consider and you
Give or not
Pause or go
His tearful eyes without tear
Sigh once again

(2)
Both fall on others runway of life
And passed for theirs interest
Their livelihood and their  aim
Of life for death
The glimpse  of burdens of mercy on him
The pathetic look with hope
In one's mind 
And other distresses by growing price
Both hurried to get for nothing
Both worried to suppress
Bye their progress
All others and disappear
The unknown and dark world .

                  by©Ram Kesh Mishra

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The Snow

==============The Snow=========== The snow that falls on The innocent leaves And on everything surrounded Makes them colourless But colours them all in white And sometimes gray and pink Under the rays of the sun Is a boon for them and their lives To restrain and caution In deadly suffocation The difficulties of our lives Teach us how to face them It's effects to wipe out Make a way for our imagination To  progress or to destroy Let's seek inspection  Inspit of being fainted Obstacles of our lives Are like tha parts of snow As a friend but a foe                        ✍рд░рдХрдоिрд╢ рд╕ुрд▓्рддाрдирдкुрд░ी
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Song Of The Birds

               Song Of The Birds Oh! Lord of dawn ,wake up And pour them consolation The birds are creating the melodies Amd music in your praise Oh !no they are praying for welcome Rise ! oh God rise ! For them Show thy love for their hope Many voice many kinds Sweet music all ways They hearing you ,the echoes  Oh !lord of midday ,hear They still producing the music But now the sadness sits on their tone Making the echoes dim Human cries prevent their muse They live on the hoop for money to live And for some unnecessities All voice growth loud Slow voice fainted And disturbs the internal peace . Oh !God of evening, stop Listen with silence and see They fly towards their nests to rest And to make a farewell The human voice grow pale The birds are growing happy And pray for rise the next day All time they sing Many kinds they pray But now the insects in the charge .   ...
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