*When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools..i belive this king Lear extract as a typical; daylight to overview our dispicable life....In this competitive, wicked world, we are chasing happiness as wreached mortals..but its too far from us..We are seeking solace but it's uncomatable to approach there...In fact our life is an enigma....How can we apply poems to this harsh life journey...? Frankly I belive poems can slake our fussy minds by giving us intellectual and emotional tranquility...Perhaps poems are reflect a fragment of our own life....As Oscar wild said'Poetrys are the hidden evidences of human deeds.....'
I am not an erudite scholar or pandit, but mere lad with passion about art.....Since my childhood I have been inspired by poems, I wanted to be a poet to express my life....When I read a poem i feel very strange sansation...Today I am quite smug with my career as a poet...few years ago I knew nothing of Enlish language....But through patience and ditemination and the kind support of my arch angel Mr.Fernando, I learned English and I became a poet.....Soooo my friends please feel free....read my poems and put yur comments......I am eager to know yur opinions about my amateur poems......I wish to finish this stuff by Shakesperian qoute....'To be or not to be that is the question.....' adeu....!
Although I Conquer all the earth
Yet for me there is only one city...........
In that city there is for me
Only one house
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I am on a journey.......
accross the world experiences vibrant
cultures...............
crawl in to depth of nature......
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The arena of Cricket
of matches lost and won
of prowess at the wicket
of sports, of thrill, of fun.....
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Gracious Nova,
queen of all stars.......
she approached the sky
with glittering spirit.......
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This is my conquest
for this do i strive
time and time again
for victory is my pride......
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