In the garden, we first caught a glance, And our hearts began their sweet dance. With a smile and a sigh, Underneath the blue sky,
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets
The hardest part is not the fall, But rising from the ground, When all the world seems far away, It's in the moments just before,
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
In a small village by the Ganges, there lived a widow named Ashalata. Her days were filled with the quiet hum of daily chores, and her nights were spent in the company of memories—memories of her late husband and the child they never had.
The soul and the heart, hand in hand, In life’s ever-shifting sand. They laugh and they cry, But always they try, To love in a world so grand.
Life’s a brief, wandering show, With highs and with moments of low. But through all we find, The heart stays aligned, With love as the ultimate glow.
Two hearts in love will entwine, In moments both bitter and fine. Through thick and through thin, They’ll lose and they’ll win,
The soul, it dances in flight, A beacon that glows through the night. In shadows and light, It seeks what is right, Guided by love's gentle might.
In life, we all play our part, With dreams that we hold in our heart. Through joy and through strife, We navigate life, Each ending just another start.
In the earth where shadows meet, We are deeply rooted, strong and fleet, Our branches stretch to skies above, Yet anchored firm with endless love.
In the shadows of the past, we vow, "Never again" to pain and doubt, With scars as reminders, we know how, To turn the tide and cast it out.
In life, there are bends and some kinks, Moments that drive us to the brink. But through all the strife, We learn about life,
A dreamer lived life in a haze, Chasing clouds through his wandering days. But when he awoke, From the spell he broke, He found joy in life's simplest maze.
