In this night of the radiant sky
The light of fireflies deny
The love of stars and dust
Which will not be the product of the rust
In the reverie of gleaming night
Will ever the sky meets sea-light
Wondering above the rooftop stuns
Millions of stars dancing on their glorious duns
True love has its pristine deed
It will never be a parsimonious need
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The light of fireflies deny
The love of stars and dust
Which will not be the product of the rust
In the reverie of gleaming night
Will ever the sky meets sea-light
Wondering above the rooftop stuns
Millions of stars dancing on their glorious duns
True love has its pristine deed
It will never be a parsimonious need
#poetry #zm #review
Winnow away the time will come,
Hold on, the crumb will trump,
My host you see,
THE final lap without the nursery,
This victory shall come and pass,
Let us dance like a foxtrot crass,
In this madness you will dance,
Dance like no one is seeing for a glance,
Oh my friend life is like that;
It teaches you to whirl in rain,
Don't be ashamed of being insane 😄
#zm #poetry #review
Hold on, the crumb will trump,
My host you see,
THE final lap without the nursery,
This victory shall come and pass,
Let us dance like a foxtrot crass,
In this madness you will dance,
Dance like no one is seeing for a glance,
Oh my friend life is like that;
It teaches you to whirl in rain,
Don't be ashamed of being insane 😄
#zm #poetry #review
Winnow away the time will come,
Hold on, the crumb will trump,
My host you see,
THE final lap without the nursery,
This victory shall come and pass,
Let us dance like a foxtrot crass,
In this madness you will dance,
Dance like no one is going to glance,
Oh my friend life is like that;
It teaches you to whirl in rain,
Don't be ashamed of being insane 😄
#zm #poetry #review
Hold on, the crumb will trump,
My host you see,
THE final lap without the nursery,
This victory shall come and pass,
Let us dance like a foxtrot crass,
In this madness you will dance,
Dance like no one is going to glance,
Oh my friend life is like that;
It teaches you to whirl in rain,
Don't be ashamed of being insane 😄
#zm #poetry #review
Let us revive, the pristine deed,
Which tamped into the travellers deed;
The falling of rain, the winnowing of wind,
The shining of stars, the esoteric Mozart;
With his power of eloquence and rhythm,
The snowfall occluded the hidden;
The hidden gnawed (at) the incorrigible Mozart,
Who'll be the "Benefactor of Tide"!! , challenged the Wizard;
The Tide with rise and fall of Beats ,
Who'll be the Odious? Who'll be the Preach?
The effrontery made the impassive kneel,
From high to low to rhythmic steel;
If you clung from too fast- too slow,
The lament will be the harmonious blow;
"Come, Join us, to throw the applauds of praise,
To elate the Sundry, Singer's of grace".
#zm #poetry #review
Which tamped into the travellers deed;
The falling of rain, the winnowing of wind,
The shining of stars, the esoteric Mozart;
With his power of eloquence and rhythm,
The snowfall occluded the hidden;
The hidden gnawed (at) the incorrigible Mozart,
Who'll be the "Benefactor of Tide"!! , challenged the Wizard;
The Tide with rise and fall of Beats ,
Who'll be the Odious? Who'll be the Preach?
The effrontery made the impassive kneel,
From high to low to rhythmic steel;
If you clung from too fast- too slow,
The lament will be the harmonious blow;
"Come, Join us, to throw the applauds of praise,
To elate the Sundry, Singer's of grace".
#zm #poetry #review
Diadem , yes it's a piece of diadem every person holds,
The lucidity of ideas and feelings our crux molds;
What is the the modulus of emotions?
The mendicant mind's concoction!
I feel alive, I feel bright,
This dawn of gloom,I feel disk drive,
I can't keep cool ,
It's this morning fool;
Let me sing a rhyming slang,
Be the morning bee gang.
#zm #poetry #review
The lucidity of ideas and feelings our crux molds;
What is the the modulus of emotions?
The mendicant mind's concoction!
I feel alive, I feel bright,
This dawn of gloom,I feel disk drive,
I can't keep cool ,
It's this morning fool;
Let me sing a rhyming slang,
Be the morning bee gang.
#zm #poetry #review
Let me cite (you) the hardihood of the bamboo sap.
Once a farmer grew the saplings of bamboo shrub and banana tree, he was at odds with the bamboo because it takes six months for the shoots to come out from the ground whereas the golden egg, epithet for the banana earned him a lot of profit. He demurred with apathy the imminent advantages of bamboo over banana.
It is indeed a tideous task to nurture the saplings of the evergreen grass turning into a full grown tree.
It requires a prodigious amount of rainfall which makes it a tropical plantation.
After the stint of meticulous hardwork done on the tall tree, making its way above the abut ; it refuted the inedible limn of feckless banana, who provided one-tenth of the surplus amount of interest than the other, haemorrhaging the business of the callous banana owners.
To encapsulate the above narrative, I would like to state the old Japanese aphorism:
*THE* *BAMBOO* *THAT* *BENDS* *IS* *STRONGER* *THAN* *THE* *OAK* *THAT* *RESISTS*.
#zm #lesson #review
Once a farmer grew the saplings of bamboo shrub and banana tree, he was at odds with the bamboo because it takes six months for the shoots to come out from the ground whereas the golden egg, epithet for the banana earned him a lot of profit. He demurred with apathy the imminent advantages of bamboo over banana.
It is indeed a tideous task to nurture the saplings of the evergreen grass turning into a full grown tree.
It requires a prodigious amount of rainfall which makes it a tropical plantation.
After the stint of meticulous hardwork done on the tall tree, making its way above the abut ; it refuted the inedible limn of feckless banana, who provided one-tenth of the surplus amount of interest than the other, haemorrhaging the business of the callous banana owners.
To encapsulate the above narrative, I would like to state the old Japanese aphorism:
*THE* *BAMBOO* *THAT* *BENDS* *IS* *STRONGER* *THAN* *THE* *OAK* *THAT* *RESISTS*.
#zm #lesson #review
Hold along the time will come,
Be my sun ,be my sun;
The stars ask the space,
The moon has got his place;
The light illuminates the moon,
With the sparkling evening noon;
"I don't know why?", despised the callous stars in exuberance with the nemesis moon,
The lamp lights in its silver shoon.
#zm #poetry #review
Be my sun ,be my sun;
The stars ask the space,
The moon has got his place;
The light illuminates the moon,
With the sparkling evening noon;
"I don't know why?", despised the callous stars in exuberance with the nemesis moon,
The lamp lights in its silver shoon.
#zm #poetry #review