word stream
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: The Journey
Saturday
WORD STREAM: The Journey
The Journey
The Journey
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(1)
I go a long, long way,
Fall, fail, and suffer, in valleys and sand,
I tire, retire, retreat, and rest,
Keeping my milestone in the hand.
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(2)
The River jumps, dances, falls from the peak,
Breaking barriers- catastrophe, damage, and flee,
And all this thunder, violence, and destruction-
Only to calmly embrace the sea?
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(3)
I stand at the junction of two roads,
The first unknown path is damaged and distorted,
I choose the other familiar and comfortable path,
That leads me to the point, from where; I started.
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(4)
The River falls down from the peak,
Running , dancing, jumping, all acts of mime,
She blames the dead, rigid, inert mountain-
who has traveled the everlasting journey of Time.
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=keshav dubey=
17-5-24
keshavdubey.com
Thursday
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...
Game Goes On
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(The cycle-Life and death chase each other; Game
Storm,thunder, and fury had gone,
In dark coffin,the forest laid,
Forest,, once was dreamland,heaven,
Where, hurricane had made violent raid.
Fallen trees paid mournful homage,
Angry river had broken it's barrier,
Scattered shadows jumped on water,
Dead silence echoed, created the fear.
Motionless bodies of animals laid,
One-two-vultures flew in the dark,
Frightened beer peeped out of den,
Dog opened mouth,forgot to bark.
An injured doe ran,jumped in vain,
With hard labor,misery;blindfold,
Here and there,aimless,wandering,
Shivering with pain,terror, and cold..
A moment flash-a thunderbolt in sky,
She saw mad river:nearer she went,
Wounded,horrified,for want of water,
Struggling for life-she was pregnant.
The doe fell in mud-calm,desperate,
Gave birth to a tiny, little fawn,
With all efforts opened her eyes,
Saw the new -born,in light of dawn.
First light revealed to eyes of fawn-
-He saw the smile of the dove, dying,
Death,disaster,all was-meaningless,
The dove imagined her tiny son, flying.
He tried to stand,fell down in the mud,
Again,he tried,but he could not stand,
Again,and again --slipping in the mud,
He tried to firm his foot on the land.
Little fawn was alone under the sky,
Furious mother-nature was now kind,
Tender sun-light was kissing his eyes,
Bright reel of life,was going to rewind.
Mud-clad fawn had only divine WILL ,
WILL-that spreads arms, for a creature,
One is the god- gifted, mental- strength ,
Other arm is the golden path of future.
The fawn will try and try--and try again,
He will stand up on his legs,and will run,
The cycle-life and death chase each other,
life wins,game goes on-it is nature's fun .
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(C) keshavdubey
9-9-2016
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