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It’s a cloudy day-mind glow,Some thing feeling new,It’s raining, freshness become-Green grass wetting-I walk slowly-And feel dreamy-By:Salma
Water, the matter WaterIs the one source fromWhich all living things originatedOur life and living dependLargely on its availabilityAncient civilizations got establishedAnd flourished nearPerennial water sourcesWithout water, no need to emphasize,We cease to existAnything we possessAssumes no significance without waterOur knowledge about the universeAbout the natural lawsAbout the animal kingdomAbout the plant kingdomAbout the happenings around usAnd our dreams over the futureOur means to realize themDraw a naught if water is not thereThough, we know this for longWe need to do certain thingsThat we and the generations to comeDo not suffer scarcity of waterAttempt is to make you appreciateThe significance of pure water,As we have already contaminated enoughAnd we have jeopardized theBuild up of water sourcesIn the name of economic growthAnd development of living comfortsThe person who realizes thisAnd does something aboutEnsuring availability of this life-supportBecomes an established soulAnd spiritual person and guideNot these words are mineBut of Yajur VedaWhich further saysWho knows the origin of waterKnows himselfDo our sciences have a clueAs to when and howThe first molecule of waterCame on to this planet of oursProbably the one who knows thisIs GodCreate Date : Wednesday, July 27, 2011Bashyam Narayanan
Hi Did u read the poem of Narayanan,pls comments,if u like it.
Rabindranath Tagore I like Tagore poem,this is one of the best poem,hope u like it._______________________________________________A Moments Indulgence I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The worksthat I have in hand I will finish afterwards.Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; andthe bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to singdedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.By:Rabindranath Tagore
Tagore wrote alot of poem i want to share u some poem next time,u can find my site many many poem.Please provide your comment.
Endless TimeTime is endless in thy hands, my lord.There is none to count thy minutes.Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.Thou knowest how to wait.Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.We have no time to lose,and having no time we must scramble for a chance.We are too poor to be late.And thus it is that time goes bywhile I give it to every querulous man who claims it,and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;but I find that yet there is time.By:Rabindranath Tagore
Please know about Robert Frost,& his poemBiography of Robert Frost__________________________ Robert Frost Early yearsRobert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie. His mother was of Scottish descent, and his father descended from Nicholas Frost of Tiverton, Devon, England, who had sailed to New Hampshire in 1634 on the Wolfrana.Frost's father was a teacher and later an editor of the San Francisco Evening Bulletin (which afterwards merged into the San Francisco Examiner), and an unsuccessful candidate for city tax collector. After his father's death in May 5, 1885, in due time the family moved across the country to Lawrence, Massachusetts under the patronage of (Robert's grandfather) William Frost, Sr., who was an overseer at a New England mill. Frost graduated from Lawrence High School in 1892. Frost's mother joined the Swedenborgian church and had him baptized in it, but he left it as an adult.________________________________________1. PoemA Patch of Old Snow There's a patch of old snow in a cornerThat I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rainHad brought to rest.It is speckled with grime as ifSmall print overspread it,The news of a day I've forgotten --If I ever read it. 2.Poem A QuestionA voice said, Look me in the starsAnd tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scarsWere not too much to pay for birth. 3.PoemA Prayer in SpringOh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;And give us not to think so far awayAs the uncertain harvest; keep us hereAll simply in the springing of the year.Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;And make us happy in the happy bees,The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.And make us happy in the darting birdThat suddenly above the bees is heard,The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,And off a blossom in mid air stands still.For this is love and nothing else is love,The which it is reserved for God aboveTo sanctify to what far ends He will,But which it only needs that we fulfil. By:Robert Frost
Do you want to read about Kazi Nazrul Islam Poem,Next I will share with u the beautiful poem of Kazi Nazrul Islam.He is our National Poet.
Some time we understand some poem but in the other ways some are very hard.
We know life is nicewe know honesty is fineif they have no honestyhere not get happynessman & women thinking are not equelso there become complex,if here show the honestyevery thing is quite fine & easy
The Mighty HeronThe Mighty Heron ,Magnificent in flightwith its piercing eyes ,gazes upon the sky ready to conquer it,and make it its ownwith it outspread wings,those span a mile long.Hasan Ameen