Care Poems
Every Breath of Air
by Aloo Denish Obiero
Every drop of water,
Every breath of air,
Every blade of grass—
Whispers the same truth:
We are but custodians of this planet,
Entrusted with its care
For generations yet to come.
World Of Care
by Pijush Biswas
What's life in the world of care
If world doesn't know what you are,
One conjested room gathered
May give all and be any sword
To live life unfearful to others,
But to remain, shown thousand doors,
And in limit none remember
Or you afterall ne'er appear
To see again what's good or bad,
All whom you left, or had all love
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A Mother's Love
by Disha Shree
A heart that has grown infinitely wide, over the years,
One for surprises, each day a multitude of tiny, small things,
In a life so ordinary, she was the one extraordinary,
Only mother could turn the mundane into fascination and love.
She had the kind of selfless and sacrificing love, which said-
"I would die for my child, any time, any place,"
She was the spark that ignited hope in my dark soul,
Heedless to say, she was the star of my black hole.
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For The Living Beauty
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by Venkata Naidu
Saplings sprout from Earth,
She has the power to give Birth.
A blink of her Eye is like a Sword,
Which makes us numb without a Word.
Brains behind the Beauty,
Makes us to perform our Duty.
An ocean of Love and Care,
In case of her, anger Beware.
Gifted with wonderful Memory,
With her, cannot argue with our Theory.
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Every Breath of Air
by Aloo Denish Obiero
Every drop of water,
Every breath of air,
Every blade of grass—
Whispers the same truth:
We are but custodians of this planet,
Entrusted with its care
For generations yet to come.
Excerpts from Life
by Saleh Ben Saleh
My mind had often wondered of a world beyond our hold,
where every soul reveals its secrets and all the truth untold.
With age our youth will fade,
and with hope our lives ignite.
In a withered cage the soul remains,
till the day that brings delight.
Promises made are hard to keep,
but in honour I find my pride.
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World Of Care
by Pijush Biswas
What's life in the world of care
If world doesn't know what you are,
One conjested room gathered
May give all and be any sword
To live life unfearful to others,
But to remain, shown thousand doors,
And in limit none remember
Or you afterall ne'er appear
To see again what's good or bad,
All whom you left, or had all love
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En el noche de todas las preguntas, I meet another man's god
by Russ Wilbury
brisk.
Brisk is the way that he speaks
shouts the name of his father (brother?)
the quickness of his step that can't be changed
whether we are all alive and happy
or whether we are all dead and cold;
bitter.
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On Sunshine
by Russ Wilbury
Given to me like the rays of sunshine in his hands
Like golden water dripping through his fingers
Leaving crimson trails across his bone-white skin
I can't hold onto sunshine because it falls through my grip
Like I'm not meant to have it.
It's yours, he says, but it doesn't matter if it's mine.
It's yours, he repeats, and I want to tell him I can feel the weight of his words even as his voice grows softer.
When I look at my hands and I can't tell whose they are
(Crimson and gold scattered across them)
I'll hold onto sunshine if it means that I can keep what is yours.
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