Poetry I Write My Way || श्रृंखला

Matter Of Choice Either be moon in night Or the sun with daylight Be flowers on plant Or be a rock, the giant  Artificial beauty more on face Natural beauty will be less. Adopt and enjoy the fashion But not against your nation There it seems to be dirty When there is lack of purity Was ready for race  The player of chess. In the need one would pay Not for bed but to hay Choose pleasant words to say With ending night, comes the day Every passing occasion Teaches some lesson All this is matter of choice.

What I write What I write Is the story  In which I put And spill my heart out. My characters are living, king or queen in real life Or portray as poor rag Lifeline of a story Or story of someone's life. Some of mine, and others Inspired to write those life Male,female, nature, Love life and my writings With a subtle and deep Calm, patient and bold mind.

Roar of existence As told by Came the same way With some ideas that I carry. Had no idea, Where the address passes by As the time fly My story will flow. Flight of a leaf, is not sure Sometimes land, then sky As the time changes So will I. Yes, under the soil today But next is germination And Roar of my existence .