Can You Give Me The Life I Love Poem by Harshita Chaudhary

Can you give me the life I love?
Where the people love their world so wide,
Just like a garden of fresh blooming roses,
Occupies a room of your heart,
Even if you don't want it,
And that beauty, you cannot hide

Where I break the walls of the prison,
That surround me and put my feet
At that place, where I feel the warmth,
Of the eye of the God which marks dusk and dawn
And gifts life giving rays,
If I do it, Ah! , That would be a great feat!

My cup of happiness which has gone,
Is replaced by a bowl of cry,
Which spreads its wings to break the Chambers,
And they just return the Echo,
And from an unknown place, a fake smile comes,
This is a dual thing, but why?

I fail to understand the complex life I have,
So I want something simple,
And that is why I ask you,
Can you give me the life I love?

The one I love the most, is so far,
Yet still so near
She is the one who made my life, a real life,
But now she has gone far and I fear,
The time I grow up and reach her,
She'll be gone forever from here

So, to save her, I want the life I love,
Where a gift is not a deadly knife,
But a smile that is the most precious
In this way, I want to see my life

My soul, who listens patiently,
To the longings of the life I love,
Gives a simple reply to me every time,
The thought you know but still don't know,
Is what you should again hear,
'Be the change you wish to see in the world, ' (Thought given by Gandhiji) my dear,
And you will automatically get the life you love