Readers Are for Telling - This is a Nice Poem
When a Cool Breeze is Flowing Through a Poetic Mind
Life is for eternal pleasure but death is for controlling natural balance,
God is for our strong consciences, which ensure our healthy existence.
Oxygen is for our daily living but beatings are for our sensitive hearts,
Parents are for our origins, they stay always with all of our mind parts.
Weekends are for limitless enjoyments but waters are for cute showers,
Foods are for our good health, which increases our strong mind powers.
Fragrance is for our innocent noses but tears are for our sorrowful eyes,
Teachers are for our learning, for their nice education anyone survives.
Slaps are for a misbehavior but closing of an eye is just for a soft kiss,
Friends are for our lovely moods, sans them who can live with piece ?
Leap-year is only for February but 31 days are for any month of May,
Love is for our living that keeps all curses of hatings very far and away.
Songs are for our wavy movements but crimes are for creating brutal sin,
Poets are for our thoughts those enhance our powers of sharp imagine.
Secretes are for keeping privacy, but all promotions are for perfection,
Readers are for telling "This is a nice poem", with their full satisfaction.
Darkness is for dark nights but brightness is for the effect of day light,
You are always only for me, so never go away from out of my eye sight.
Published by SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA
I am a Zoologist and presently researching on the field of animal study in University of Calcutta, India ,and I published my works on different journals of Zoology, also I am a poet. View profile
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92 Comments
Post a CommentWonderful! Excellent read.
Nice poem. Very deep in thought about it.
yes lovely poem. Im adding to favourites
He was left unattended! He had supposedly had people at his side. They would not allow me the oldest child that knew what he said and what he wanted. I understood every word. I could read his mind. I knew his heart and his soul and I grieve for him every day. They youngest boy had not time just the power and He (my father) asked me to take it I begged him please daddy get someone not so close as I knew in grief I would not be able to handle every thing he should ask a cousin. I suggested him. The youngest son came in my father could not see. He signed a paper for him. His wife a notary. She stamped it. It was not legal. How ever this horriffic story I tell you is true. I cry for my father each day. My eyes never stay dry. I just lost 2 cousins within 2 weeks. I wonder why?
I found this very ingenious! Every one knew but no one thinks. I cried Yesterday right after I had a small seizure. I saw my father comming for me. He has passed on and he looked 35. He was thiner and with dark hair. Not the father I burried with the silver. It was him definately at my side. I had been asking God how did my father die. He came to me and I know in my heart.
Very nice. Thank you.
You did it again with a wonderful piece to read. Thanks.
Very nice and a beautiful picture.
i like the part about the readers! ;-) great job on the poem
such a beautiful and tender poem. I really enjoyed reading :)