word stream
Saturday
WORD STREAM: The Butterfly
WORD STREAM: The Butterfly
The Butterfly
The Butterfly
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Remember the childhood days,
The little butterfly-
Their dance, dive, chasing the mate,
kissing the flower,
life of love,
Under the sky.
Our early age,
The rainbow vision,
Run for butterfly-
-flying above the head,
a few inches high.
After long measurement of life,
Now, we do not see them.
Either they are shifted to some fairy land-
-afraid of daylight,
Or we are blind to their flight.
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=keshav dubey=
3 -9 -26
WORD STREAM: The life-----------------Infinite mass of moments...
Monday
WORD STREAM: The life-----------------Infinite mass of moments...
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: The Blind Race
WORD STREAM: The Blind Race
Monday
The Blind Race
At supersonic speed,
The earth is moving,
Everything is instant,
Needs, no proving.
Time is running fast,
Days are short,
Results are foreseen,
Before the start.
Nobody has time
Simply to inhale,
In this blind race,
Who dares to fail?
Life is not to live,
It is for fun,
Go ahead, or collapse,
Survival is fun.
Happiness is acting,
In the crowed around,
Empty 'SELF' sinks,
IN the ocean of sound.
Don't look back,
Past is dead,
Run for the luck,
Tail, or head.
Elixir of space-age,
All are drinking,
Brains are booming,
Hearts are shrinking.
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=keshav Dubey=
20-7-26
WORD STREAM: The Life
Friday
WORD STREAM: The Life
The Life
The Life
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Life like a big snowball,
Rolls down the mountain peak,
Gathers huge mass,
Pretends to be might-
-to be, hero.
In bottom dark valley,
It melts,
Turns into absolute zero.
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= keshav dubey
3 -7-26
Wednesday
WORD STREAM: RUN
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: RUN
RUN
- RUN
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Friday
WORD STREAM: THE SIGENATURE
WORD STREAM: THE SIGENATURE
THE SIGENATURE
Time passes on-evening, night, and morn,
Touching each other-the shadow of trees,
Mother sits on the seeds,to feed her squab,
Spreading wings, to block cold breeze.
The squab is no squab, he is a pigeon,
He may be one, among flock of pigeons,,
The mother looks up for his home arrival,
Just to embrace, kiss her son, only once.
He will never come back to his home,
Mother will one day dissolve in Nature,
She will be soil,air,sky,forest, and rain,
In son's heart, she be, blurred signature.
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=keshav dubey=
1-5-26





