::Kalasha Poetries::

    

When will I die?

What sort of environment will be there?

People come to my funeral festival

Some comes for sorrow and grace

Some comes for meeting their beloved.

Some comes to see my death body

Some comes to have fun there

When will I die?

 

What sort of feelings will adhere…?

What will the people say?

Some will appreciate my deeds

And some will say many things against me

Which thee didn’t able to say when I was there

Some will disappoint as the separation of my physic

Some will keep smiling as I had gone

When I will die?

 

 For them who love me…

 Oh! My friends the world not adhere as is it

We have to discover…what ever it is.

When the darkness comes in our life

Then there will be no…that could help …

When I will die? I will see the truth….

Oh! My love doesn’t leave me along…

When the time comes for separation …

It will hurt me forever when I will die     

  

 

 Life & feelings

Life is the total sum of feelings

And the feelings are part of our life

Life is the name of lives

And feelings are the name of proud ness  

Good feelings with you oh! Friends

Life is consist of two major parts

But the hard ware our life is our body

We can touch we can see

The soft ware of our life is the ghost

We can feel it, we can’t see

We can’t touch that like air just feeling

That remains with us till we expire

Oh! Friend’s life is cheating

Every thing seems good…

But are rough and useless

Life is the total sum of feelings.

 

  • Traditional song

 

Don’t walk in the native land of forest.

You have wore golden chains of shoes

 

Its has been said that the queen of sky is …waiting. For.

The prince of heaven is fancy for her.

 

  • A song dedicated to her friend.

 

Come and seat with me to talk a few words

Oh! Unfaithful human how strange you are

And doesn’t take petty on me, it makes me upset

 

Near your field there is a mulberry tree

I clamed on the tree and seated on a branch                            

 But you was in the filed  

When I glanced around but there were security

I couldn’t come to you that made me very upset.

  

Responses

  1. Sensitive poetry. Good sample.


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