According to some people, life is full of struggle and worries. Not a day passes when one has no cares about oneself, family and others. People say that in life one has to achieve much for self-actualization, or to prove to oneself that one can survive in the battlefield called 'Life'.
It has been perceived by poets that death is an 'everlasting holiday', where man lives without a care or worry in the world.
Many people may have differing views about death contrast with the poet's views of death being a 'holiday'. A poet is known as a poet for the simple reason that he transports people to the portal of his mind, where rivulets whistle and
From the stony mountain tops,
To the rivulets edge,
Where the arid land meets,
The violet beds of crimson reds.
A lone car travels,
Along the black snake,
Twisted around the mountain,
Like a prey in its vice.
And as the sky roared
And the mountain shook,
A vain little brook,
Flowed on like a crook.
Twas then that the lighting struck,
And sparked the vast beds of grass,
That had yellowed with the passing rain,
And were brightly set aflame.
But as the grass burnt
And the car tumbled,
A lone voice was heard from deep within the jungle.
A voice that said all was not lost,
For the grass would grow again,
And the car would move
Sitting on that chair,
the cane chair,
with a steel frame,
I pick up my cup,
of the warm mocha,
sip at it,
the warm liquid,
trickles down my throat,
i pick up the phone,
dial your number,
it rings,
again,
again
and then gets cut.
You said that,
you wouold be meetin me,
today at four,
but you never came,
I waited,
why?
Because I could,
because I love you,
and if I could,
I'd wait,
forever,
i pick up the cup,
and sip at it.
I asked her,
do you really
love me?
She looked down at her hands,
those ,
delicate ,
graceful ,
fingers.
Lifting them up,
like the sunflower,
turns to face the sun,
she placed it on my hand.
Held my fingers,
played with them,
like a baby plays with the father's.
I looked up at her face,
those,
deep,
sensitive,
eyes,
spoke
of care,
of a deep intense feeling.
Her beautiful lips,
quivered,
like the petals of a rose,
as they parted into a smile.
Her eyelids fluttered like
free butterflies,
in the morning sun.
She looked up at me,
I got my answer.
Find love,
and you want more
Find fame,
and you yearn for more.
Find wealth,
and you crave more.
You keep raving,
that you're not greedy,
but your always hungry,
for success,
for fame,
for love.
So welcome,
my friend,
to this curse,
the celebrated curse,
of the human race.
The curse that kills another,
for fun,
for greed,
for need,
that lies,
that cheats,
that humiliates,
that hurts.
Welcome friend,
to this curse,
of the human race.
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