New Year Poem - (2020)(Nostalgia) Comments

lost in the air often and on, on behalf of Nature, like recess of death's omnipotent stature.

Only the fulsome retention, lived and Unlived, pierces the Being, The fragrance from breathing flowers, lost in the air often and on, on behalf of Nature, like recess of death's omnipotent stature.

Like the cooing of a newborn birdie, the exasperating breath of a bud to bloom without cause, The song that was sung and heard without traces vanished into the plethoric sea of oblivion.

The air and the Murmurous breeze pregnant with unfulfilled dreams, the choir of life full of colourful flowers and their fragrance, The songs of bygone poets ring with historical vim only to pass through loaded mind.

Life is always an oblivious tune with beautiful trash, so sweet to think with throbbing being, Our souls are the mirrors, the past is inscribed with panting passion.

Change however false is painful, Every change in it is lost the living, Living is the boiling water of life, Sweet songs lose its warmth and Joy of living is a mindful dreaming.

Ways of life are full of dirt, Emotions are deeply false, The nurturing womb of unreal faces and uncharted dreams.

Each line is full with profound wisdom about life....🌹🌷🌹🌷

One of my favourite poems🧘❤️💚💛🧘💙💜❤️🧘