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HOPE Fundamental of life is hope. The basis of soul, When things don’t   roll. The time of times When soar of light is draped, And pure night is mapped. Four directions vieled. Nowhere to go, Once you think, you have failed. Taking ship and moving down to sail.             “Where is hope, I don’t see” says sailor.                 ‘Hope isn’t an island. It is a fish. It comes when it wishes. Give it food it will come.’ As s wishhh……………….. Gate way to next life is hope. When all feels left. “The Light of the Unknown” Whose source is not yet known? But you must not moan. Don’t wait for rain. To come again and groan. “You waited and have not yet sown” She’ll feel lonely, Only to go away on it own.

When the words won't live And time won't wait. World will be half-filled. And humanity checkmate At a time when print will fade And pages no more to state Spits and splashes will prevail A wall will be made Thinking lives will be saved But till then it will be too late All will be devasted and nothing will prevail Pen and paper will form a new story Only few will explain But as flood will come Each one would understand Then will attack bluewhale Nothing will prevail.... Pen and paper will form a new story. Exclusively on Instagram and Blogger(now) @forward_poet

To this day many have longed for getting forgotten They come and work, The sins they commit Though in the world they fit Not knowing what they had done They sit With forehead above water level Chest swollen from air puffed without any gravel Those who saw it were unable to grieve 'cause their aim of seeing an unfulfilled dream of peace, In their wit, There now remains a saddening atmosphere. What would have happened if they were to forgive Many lives would have lived Many swords would not covered with filth Their descendants must not quit. They must use their wits The same that once saw an unfulfilled dream, And let many others live.

A smile, Semi-circle And bigger and larger than Nile, And its Delight, What comes to you And you wait for it, It's your right An immense fright of feelings, As if in fight. An outburst. Cause it got Delight Yells the world, Let them yell, A delight is only thing that dwells for lifetime only to tell, Live a life longer and twice Once dark next light. Red,blue,yellow,all together form it. Your light your delight. Greatness is well defined, So is a small fight What can never be defined is of course a Delight Never let it break Never let it shrink Just let it grow as you think Being famous or Being great isn't Greater than The Great Delight which is now famous And always right for me and for you In morning and Even at midnight Let the world do its talk Its the time you walk towards Here's the late fight Do as you wish with all your might. These canvas and exams, Don't determine What you can with your Delight Black shade or white,...

A stream of water Flowing above motor Making count the meter With working of filter Making it milder From the wilder for the user Because its Nature Which decides its feature, A gust of wind Around the hill Being very much kind It gives a hint To catch up your will Don't let the smoke arise from the grill Because its Nature Which decides its future A heap of dust Still on a plane A steep slope for an ant But  not tough for one who wants to stand Not too hight nor too grand Just a hill which went away with water and wind But stood still it can 'cause of its Nature Which decides the armature It still stands, in form of an island In the mid of rain and sand way-laid yet useful to others

WHERE ARE WE? At a time so hard, On a way to board, With space all ready to sore, With all knowledge to roar, And wish to live no more. Where are we? In a heaven or hell, Situation gone out of control, And no emergency bell, Where are we? In air or in rail, Long tracks are thee, But no station to see, Where are we? All ends and nothing prevails, Don’t even know how to sail, In life and after death, Always just showcased to grow, But never actually hath, Where are we? Rapidly changing society, Its belief and its stands, No place for a man with wand, Where are we? Where everybody ran, Just to save their lives from flood and rain, But nobody knows we can swim, I Now, Understand, Where are we? In heaven or in hell In a place inside complete shell, Brave or not, A shell ready to expand or contract in a ball, Still divided by wall, Where are we? Thee try to kill We try to fill, At the end result is nil. Still,...

On the way To end. Came few day, Which had the chance to decide, What might or what may? Among them was the great day. We say all our life is a game, And keep on to play. But they say, All your life is like a ray, Never ends nor gets grey, No matter what you see, It depends, Wether there is a ray, Your life on its way. Or wether it is grey, You on a wrong way. But on the great day, There's no chance To relay, Take from one give to another... Only prepare, For your race, And your chance to say. What you want to at the end of the great day, From the top of the world where resides, A way. Away from the great day. Towards the heaven. You may.