The Snow

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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 

                      ✍रकमिश सुल्तानपुरी

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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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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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