HIDDEN LITE

I was extolling myself, I thought I attained great, How ample was my wealth, How wealthy was my bliss hate, I didn't know I was brutal, I was in jumble why came these birds, In my mediocre field as mortal, I was jovial to hit them by biting words, When at home I told to grandfather, He told they just ate weeds and he was right, Words of experience never false never dodger, It was savage I didn't have that right, I rushed to my life but alas they had gone, Then no rejoice, no enjoyment only regret and mourn.

Oh my great God, let me not wonder in this busy world, that who you are, let me go to that stage when I was a child, let me have that chance again to pray you, Oh my great birth soul, let me not wear gentle black shoes that, I fear of you for these bubble reputation, let me go to that stage when I was a child, let me have that chance again to play with you, Oh my dear soul, let me not have attitude and pride that, I ignore my past friends, let me go to that stage when I was innocent, let me have that chance again to bunk with them, Oh my dear light, let me not be blind that I forget, the sacrifice of my parents, let me go to that stage when I was innocent, let me have that chance again to sleep in my mother's lap, Oh my beloved magnificence, let me not be addicted to the roses, that I refuse to smell my old village, let me go to that stage when I was naive, let me have that chance again to love that essence.          ~~~Ri...

Whoever be the person to answer, it will be worse to ask, whether I am a good artist or not, you will be beaten and many inhuman task, but yesterday I tried to draw her face, again it was not the one what I thought of making, she was such a beautiful vase, that I tried to hang her picture beside the moon mistaking, and today I met a great man of quite good experience, he was hassled of an unbelievable thought, a radiance like moon was a hub of audience, everyone was admiring the second moon a lot, in the night I realised that her picture was that next moon, think how ravishing would be she if her dead image is creating doom.

how the waters fall from the falls, how our father God lives in us, but I know how the thread on my hands crawls, my sister is my love,my enjoyment,my crush; how the man lives without his breathe, how the letter of God lives without address, but I know how to my heart I sheathe, I lost her company and now I confess, I regret on this great fete of brother-sister, that I had been able to see her for just a breath, that time will be more than enough to administer, my end soo well my lovely death.

STORY OF A SAD BIRD I am a bird of an unconscious sky, I am a sad comedian, who want to laugh but can't buy, the smile here which is oblivion, I weep I cry I satisfy my hunger by my tears,  a lot of tears join and a ocean is created, how will anyone know what an innocent bird bears, and people say that I am the most elated, one day a man asked for some water, from my paradise lake to bathe his throat, a water so sweet from the dawn's daughter, was given to the man to restart his boat, due to him my lake now is thirsty it decays, he kills my friend everyday which to my heart is related, how will anyone know what an innocent bird says, and people say that I am the most elated, one day a man came to me to rest, in the shades of my beautiful flora, he was permitted and also felt blessed, he thanked and went looking at the aura, now my ruined jungle about that traitor conceals,  the nice flora which is now desert has always hated, how will anyone know w...

Hello guys here is a sonnet written by me I am a big big fan of poems especially Shakespearean sonnet   Oh my miss oh my hazard bright, You don't know how wrong are you, Not even a single thing you did was right, Your walking away each step was a wound new; But whenever the wounds come to me to ask whether they would get a place to live, I never hamper,they were promoted to live on me, I seldom saw the pain or lucid hate that they give, You didn't know and don't know about me, Now I am addicted to your ignorance,hate and pain, That's why when you reply I'm confused it's you or a dream of me, Whenever your pain doesn't come,I think I have lost my gain, Difference between mine and other's pain is they may end in stages, They arrive and depart but mine goes on for ages.      《《Hope you all like it》》