Imaginative Face On The Floss Poem by Azitej Anand

Imaginative Face On The Floss

Rating: 4.5


Aspiring 'Imaginative Face On The Floss':
 Some called Eco-Friendly and some worse.
Day star gleam there face;
They too surviving in carnal human race.

Eyes in the search of GOLD(Rag):
Bleeding heart resemble to be bold.
Mind for lofty speculation;
Needs our corporation.

PEBBLE..

Soft legs drop on me;
I get swelter by sun glee:
'O Mighty' give me the power;
I would shield myself with hydro peel.

SUN..

Blaze, sear, scorch I possess;
Not to bake lovable creature,
Made me! Powerless;
Made me for a moment blaze less, freeze:
'O Mighty' give me the power,
I would be powerless for thy skin,
Who is a part of my kin.

RAIN..

Pearls drops from eye;
When I fierce  by wind:
'O Mighty' Give me the power;
My pacing shower get slow,
When wind let me blow.

Low creature(Dog) on thy way:
Draft them away,
No one to give tender touch,
Speculation for survival is so much:
Illuminate dream to fly over the rainbow;
Lord! Let spark their future glow.


Beam of Moon light..

Exasperate mind:
   Disintegrate body:
Let me to soothe thy diamond heart;
Faint beam of core-touching rays inert;
Dream suffuses in mind,
Some eyes in dream for royal life,
Some eyes for delightful wife,
Some for mother,
Some eye for impending marriage of sister:

Let me give the power!
  'To en-grab their heart with golden layer ';
Indulge in dream forever,
Fulfill there gleaming delusion ever.

Non-Living things too swear:
Humans soul still unable to hear!
Have some hands of care
'SERVE HUMANITY SERVE GOD' let it to be share........

Imaginative Face On The Floss
Friday, February 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem in a very stunning way grasp the mind of reader with the speculation of  'Rag pickers' grief for survival. The poem illuminate the life of a rag pickers. With the excellence of fabrication the poem shows how non living thing plead to God for the sake of giving profound zeal and happiness to such small children who are evolved in this realm of rag picking. The ending of the poem is really done in a marvelous way which intensified the mind of the common reader to think about such mere rag pickers who needs our corporation! Ending is done with the universal message that is 'By serving humanity we can serve God'
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