Poetry I Write My Way || श्रृंखला

There was a girl On island deep Singing coastal song And playing flute.   This    the beauty comes along Either nature, or her own.              There it goes A highland pop Paying tribute To story of hope. All passing wind and ocean wave Playing chorus, along with shades. Through the soil and high tree leaves Wonder of nature, a Godly gift With every sunset and sunrise She came to visit a day twice. Story was to begin But some twist came in. Ready to sail The boat of tale Meant to love But fortune shove. This was the tale like never before History awaited at that shore. The unique, the story, sung forever She the artist not much clever Kindness and love overwhelmed her Those glowing eyes had confidence, no fear. Started at shore ended at deck Saved the hope that was fade Sung last time with smile on face Rest everything was at wreck He waited at shore, on the clay At last,...

Life on board in a boat Life in a river valley Floating on a raft,  Drinking water eating herbs Rowing with a shaft. Deep water, shallow water, Boat roving through, Smooth flow, harshly alter Experience is true. Downstream, Upstream Energy and speed vary, One's work, other's dream Beauty seems scary. Riding boat both of them They see different view, Since their journey is same Difference known very few. One is earning, other is learning Leading life, living life, Have patience while turning Might you sink or dive. - Saket Singh