The poem talks of the most treasured riches of my life - my family.
Pure as a mother’s love;
Strong as father’s shoulders;
Warm as a sister’s hug;
No money, no precious gifts can trade that,
No treasury can ever raid the heart from that.
What I call as the true riches of my life.
Few are blessed with this kind of life.
Take away my fame, my money and my life whole,
Leave me alone with just my own soul.
The soul that is filled with the love I cherish,
This is the only possession I embellish.
See me build my life from the scratch,
See the phoenix rise from the ash.
These are the wonders love can do,
This is what makes me true.
7 comments:
A very beautiful topic indeed and the one most awaited ...a little short but sweet...Liked the line "This is the only possession I embellish"...keep writing
Really nice... i liked the fact that u specially mentioned sister's love.... very thoughtful. Keep writing like this. Kya baat.. kya baat... kya baat!!!
loved this one so much yaar.. :) keep going.. :)
Frankly speaking.. its great to read such a piece of poetry.. how easily u have elaborated the most important aspect in our life.. Family... we are what we are 'coz of them... Great Work Dear.. Keep it going... :)
Simply Loved it :)
why arent u writing much...kitne din ho gaye ...
but nice look
Haven't i already commented?? But when did u ever like my hug??
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