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I crawl beneath the endless sky, With all my little world held high; A fragile shelter, piece by piece, My silent war, my search for peace. Through shadowed leaves and nights unknown, I bear the weight I call my own; Each fragment gathered, pain and pride, Becomes the home in which I hide. Through silent shadows of the night, When heavy burdens dim my spark, I trust the smallest thread of light Can pierce the deepest, coldest dark. The world looks past my tiny frame, Unaware of struggle, loss, or pain; Yet every step, though slow and small, Is proof I rise despite it all. I wear my burdens as I roam, And make the weight I carry home; For what protects me from the rain Was built from fragments, loss, and strain. Yet hope still flickers deep inside, A quiet dream I cannot hide; Though roots of fear may hold me near, I grow beyond the reach of fear. The winding road of time bestows Both sharpest thorn and sweetest flower; Through every trial, the spirit grows, Unlocking deep, unnoticed po...

  Even when I close my eyes, Golden dreams remain; Even when I open them, They shimmer through the quiet rain. *** Amid the rolling hills of green, Where ancient stones convene, My heart still wanders down that lane, Through every cherished scene. *** Once, beneath a flowering tree, I waited, longing for you to appear; Unseen by all, you climbed its boughs, And scattered blossoms through the air. Like a shower of petals, soft and free, They fell beneath the whispering trees. *** Beneath the silver moon, on a golden holiday night, I swayed upon the swinging vine in the fading light. You pushed me from behind, your laughter wild and free, Then tumbled me into the grass-a moment still with me. *** At the edge of the quiet field, where the chapel bells rang low, Your anklets chimed like silver streams as you danced to and fro. You tossed a sacred blossom, then beckoned with a smile; And standing there before you, my heart trembled all the while. *** Though thatched-roof homes have vani...

  Life is a festival, a vibrant play, A golden dream that blooms each day. And youth is the treasure we hold today, A fleeting sunshine that lights our way. With hearts wide open and spirits free, We dance to the rhythm of destiny. Upon the waters, a dance unfolds, A tale of wonder that nature holds. Where swaying trees and the morning breeze Whisper their songs through the rustling leaves, The river sparkles beneath the sun, And calls us to join in its endless fun. We drift along on the ripples of youth, In lotus ponds, far from the harshest truth. The world seems gentle, the skies seem bright, And every moment is filled with light. With songs of joy and laughter so sweet, We wander along where the waters meet. The blooming flowers, the birds in flight, Turn ordinary days into pure delight. We chase our dreams without a care, Believing that happiness will always be there. Yet time moves forward, silent and swift, And every moment becomes a gift. For songs and laughter must not be ...

  Counting every moment, counting every day, I waited just to catch a glimpse of your sacred face. You were the only one in my dreams, Yet you still haven't come, you haven't wiped away my tears! From the very first days I can remember, You came along as a companion in every game; My dear friend who built a golden nest in my heart, Have you truly forgotten me, a poor soul? I placed you upon the shores of love In the middle of life's journey; And you, along that passing path, Walked away, turning me into a mere stranger. In this world, hopes hold no value, Love has no worth today; If you have wealth and status, anyone can be pawned away... Still, I search for your footprints Along the lonely pathways; With endless longings in the darkness of the nights, Waiting for you, my heart burns and aches. Counting every moment, counting every day, I waited just to catch a glimpse of your sacred face. You were the only one in my dreams, Yet you still haven't come, you haven't w...

As a tiny flame on dark, sunless paths, Nurturing and cradling my burnt-out dreams, Inside a humble hut built from a handful of earth, Sorrows leak through like rainwater during a heavy downpour...... Yet, in eyes that never cease to look up, I continue to search for the dawn of tomorrow. Beneath a tree adorned with blossoms, In the weary sigh of a wind falling faint....... Hidden behind lips that refused to cry, There lies a story-the story of the human who rests in this soil! Growing by splitting through solid black boulders, Our lives are much like resilient roots; Embracing the scorching embers of the blazing sun, And freezing numb in the chill of torrential rains..... Through the trials time has set in store, Unwavering, he march forward. Forgotten are the days that dissolved in tears, In the scent of hard-earned sweat blooming on palms, Lies hidden the golden light of new dawns. With the chant of inner strength in weary hands, Holding hands even as the twilight sun begins to fade...

  On the lap of mountain ranges draped in green silk, A new dawn gently awakens from its sleep. Peeping softly through the canopy of leaves, Golden rays of sunlight caress the quiet path. Upon the shimmering waves of the glistening river, The melody of the breeze sings low and sweet. In the song of wild birds soaring through the sky, The forest's vibrant spring blooms in full glory! As afternoon softens into twilight's gentle glow, Shadows dance lightly across the mossy floor. Distant echoes of rain murmur through the valley, Washing the tired earth in cool, pristine grace. When the quiet earth and star-lit sky embrace, A deep, tranquil stillness fills the weary heart. Resting peacefully on the lap of mother nature, We feel the true heartbeat of life once more!

This life I bear is heavy with pain, A soul torn ragged in the rain. I drown in sweat from endless toil, My tears fall salt upon the soil. Through oceans of my bitter sweat, I stumble, starved and soaked with wet- While Hunger, like a raging beast, Carves up my flesh to make its feast. Was no inheritance left for me? Was I born doomed to misery? I feel as though some stolen hand Has stripped away my birthright land. Down pitch-black paths, under storm-choked skies, Where howling winds of trial rise, I watch the sudden lightning gleam And tear apart my fragile dream. Yet here I stand-a starving bard- And urge myself when times are hard: “Arise! One leap can shift a peak!”- My desperate comfort to the weak. A pauper’s truth I tell my heart, Even as hunger tears me apart. Yet in our hut, old whispers say Ten child-souls will be born today. Must I return to suffer more, Trapped on this hardship-ridden shore? Why must the poor forever grow To carry the world’s heaviest woe? She sits beside ...