Grow Now For Then
Thokchom Dhanashree*
Be it faith or fate
A herd of confusions confide in the sky.
The blind hit of troubles and issues
Of this rising set of generation
Is the seed of default.
When guilt is guidance
It turns towards the Will
Of compassion not the root disaster.
Every wrong doer belongs to a house of serpent
Which keep new birth.
Let the mind open
To the books of reality
And grow from now to then.
Human is the art of perfection
To learnthe art of beautification
Is the start of goodness.
It happens so....
Helping is an optional
When living is stationed.
Earning is preference
To meet the stationed.
And we die to resurrect.
* Poem written by Thokchom Dhanashree for e-pao.net
The poem is with Writers Forum , Imphal and was published on Dec 2014 ; She can be reached at dhanashree_00(at)rediffmail(doT)com
This poem was webcasted on July 25 2015.
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