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Ode To Bloom Of Life

O bloom of life, that lies and grows
In undergrowth of heavens high,
Be not so sad to fight with foes
And with your grandeur fill the sky.

It is your turn, the fate is you;
Make heavens haul for your respect,
Make every eagle COO for you,
And every lightning hail your sect.

Your self be dauntless on this ship,
You be so bold as t' shake the gloom;
Your spirit be the highest tip;
No ending of your flame, no doom.

Let Earth beget such sons of yours,
They wait for you to give them birth;
Put them so high that Earth assures
The Godly bliss and trendy mirth.

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Comments (1)

with godly bliss and trendy mirth let me say GOD BLESS YOU dear Atul excellent poem from a small little one like you surely 10+++ anjali (do read any of my poems)