SANGUINE BIRD
Poem
Shani Basheer (126)
In the midst of monsoon,
when trees were dancing
Birds were chirping,
creatures sought for warmness
I born, without knowing my real
intention??
Birth-the great success is always a
???
Mother-the God blesses and
prays for us.
Father-the God provides all opportunities
We grow alone with joy, peace,
power and wealth ..etc
Its the time we think that parents
are our life.
As we grow ,we change like
chameleon
"Teenage"changes all our
perspectives.
Role of our parents transforms
to friends..
They advise, support, and lead
to pathetic way..
again parents open the way to
success...
we fly through different skies
And attain the goal which Almighty keeps for us
Obey parents ,teachers and all
dear ones
Dont ignore the eternal life..
Be a sanguine bird and
spread the odour of love,peace,and success
Be a boon,dig not our own grave..
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