Member Poem

I cove the toy shops a toy is asking me “To whom are you waiting for?” and I am buying that. You are searching a lover, friend, girlfriend, a job and a dream. Somehow, Life is also like a toy shop business.

Don’t measure the flute’s price thinking it will be little by dollars, in the democratic country. To spit the music from flute you have to sac rife the precious breaths. That is life. Understand that you are securing the lives that cannot be bought in any shops in your 20 rupees masks. The aim is a sleeping child in the lap of a confidence.

Just how you head and see the groove from the cliff. You will love fellow men, realizing the value of life. Don’t degrade yourself by comparing you will others. The sky is hanging up above the heads of people who lives morally and simply.

Definitely what you search will come to you. If there is no dream, the man will become a man without a head. You are not stealing the opportunities like evil, you are knocking the doors of hearts of tens of thousands of over thrown people.

Don’t consider your aims as morning dews. Accept that, the life of dews is until the sun appears. Keep running until your searchers don’t dry you will be welted like river.

My uniqueness which sleep under the flowing roof thinks how to fly in the sky is like a mirage. Don’t accept the temporary loses. In rest time, send kites to sky and tell the dreams which you sculf. ‘The nature is having all ears’.

Make fly or hearts like pigeons build a humanic nest not only in Temple but, also in mosque. Share your love not only in the smile of Jesus but, also in the shadow Buddha. Lord wishes you to be a human.

My heart had drowned in the work of making lanterns by counting stars. Sipping my spring days like tea in the street of leaves and flowers. I am playing bubble in the velvet city where the snows like candies. Reading the novel “Moon” by the author “Darkness” in the library called full moon. I am living in Niagara during summer days. Sometimes my heart dream like these life is simple. Dreams are natural, you also try. But, don’t drown.

 Accept the loneliness by while heart. Give all ears, to heart when it speaker think about the obstacles that that you came across. The root will never let it move to the direction of wind.

Do not waste your time. Talking life “The people are selfish”. Do not get the rewards of life from other’s property as down. Work hard in the sandstorm.  Build an own hut at least in desert. You try. The roses will blossom in in Sahara.

Love the loses, you will become a full man by experience so many people like me will be waiting for the first prize as the reward of hard work. But, I go to home and sleep thinking that I was only participated in that competition. I may wait for win. I go in search of simple aim that’s why loses will not hurt me. Victories never made me proud. I love others like me.

Never forget that “pen” you used to write “I can’t” also is a confident of inventor who faced lot of failure at the beginning. Think a minutes the rope which you used suicide is made because of the confidence of workers. Any animal do not try to commit suicide.

When the artist drawing my portrait, A mom is giving birth to me, Birth is calling me to live friends are calling me to laugh. My lover is kissing me. My heart is ready to share love. A confident is making me to fight for the aim finally the grave is hugging me or punishing me - Your loving life.

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