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In the dedication of vikash who is resting in the heaven. He was younger
Brother of my friend Ashish kumar dagar.
In the dedication of the passed mother of our loving and respected John kris(Dreamweaver).His mother is also resting in the heaven
and constantly blessing our "dreamweaver" .
In the dedication of my grandmother and my family members who is blessing me constantly and resting in the heaven.
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When a child takes birth
It becomes one of the happiest moment
Of his family, like a prefect bliss from the God.
It may be a light after the long dark,
Or a raining time after the season of burning hot,
A celebration under the roof of time.
A child grows in love with time,
Sometimes sorrow comes with physically challenged birth,
Whose life may become life in the burning desert hot,
And rainbow promises with moment.
Who will not accept the challenge will be in the dark,
And no one can help him, even the omnipotent God.
A child took birth physically challenged, with the bliss of God,
Black and white rainbow was the entire time,
Like the light of hope in the dark.
For him it was not a challenge physically challenged birth.
He was celebrating life, moment-by-moment.
He was improving with time, in life like desert hot.
Like an orchid blooms in the summer hot,
Whatever it may be accepting life as a gift from the God.
With him it was blissful to sharing the moments.
In the most splendid way defining the time,
Because not by choice is the birth.
Why someone gets life as light someone as bizarre dark.
He was the warrior of the self, meaningless was the light and dark,
To all with smile he used to present welcoming hot.
Because crying and weeping, everyone takes birth.
Smile brings invincible strength and sacredly omnipotent grace by the God.
And countless more wings to undefeatedly fly ahead of the time.
To have life as a beehive of gloriously golden honey magical moments.
For his family life was an everlasting rain of love and happy moments,
And with the optimistic ray of hope and desire conquering the bizarre dark.
On the way of life, in the desert of time,
And his sudden death created storm of burning dark.
Helplessly we all are crying and weeping…why my God.
Why the painful life and finally cruel result of the birth?
Life is an integration of moments, soothing cool and burning hot,
Few nights in the milky moon rest all in the bizarre dark.
Time wins finally we lose and fall, why o my God? Oh my God!!!
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Note: This is a poem in the sestina form. The ending words are as
Following:
A: Birth
B: Moment
C: God
D: Dark
E: Hot
F: Time