Mr.Moral Marvellus Poem by Bhanu Siva Krishna

To you lads and ladies the sweetest gratitude's of mine
This time as always I do,
I am not going to engrave an emotive elegy
Neither going to scratch an ironical legacy

Walking on the shadows, without any destination
Leave you only sorrows
Hiding behind the taros, designing you unseen
Don't let you fly- high like sparrows.

Every laugh doesn't show joviality.
People who have immense sense of humour may pretend to it.
Every cough doesn't lead to ailment condition
It may be like someone thought of ourselves more than us.

Every cry doesn't say we are in the sphere of misery
It might be that some particle blazed into our retina
Every step on ground doesn't way to the dejected.
It might be like our feet kissing the earth with a lot of love.

Every glimmering in eye doesn't ignite up as much as a lighthouse
Even though if it is a minute spark from our true delight.
Few drops won't fill the bottle of tears past twilight
Cause it ought to fill the Pacific Ocean with pure pacifism.

A line doesn't make a lyric
And a lyric is not at all meaningful without any of those lines.
Every scorching sphere is not a sun
But every rising beam comes from only that one

Every gathering is not a crowd
And a noble ¬festival can't be even compared to it.
Every arc is not a rainbow
Because every bow won't show the colours of celebrations


Every hole is not to escape
It may even aid in huffing oxygen for life.
One flake can't turn off a flame
When there is unity in them they can ramp even a conflagration.

The people who tell you to change yourself
Want to change you like them
Than why to have yourself a name
And why to gain your own fame

The doctor anticipates you fall sick
The police hope you become a criminal
The lawyer expect you to get into trouble
The coffin maker wants you dead

But only a thief whom all say as bad
Is the one who is actually our well-wisher.
Who anticipates us to be with lavish property and prosperity.
In the same tactic, folks judge our boldness is bad but actually good to us.

Every disappearing is not setting
It may be a backdrop for a rise
Every flute is of wood
But every wood made is not good

Every gun may be not loaded with bullets
So don't be proud with an empty gun.
Every sword handler is not a Spartan
And every sword may not shine, as they might be even rusty

Every talk is not a truth
Every truth may not happen to be seen In a tale
Every dig in earth may not give gold
It may even lead to carry of earthworms.

Every bounce in life is not only by a ball
Every end may not be created by a wall.
Whatever you gain may not be worthy
And whatever you lose may not be useless.

Every cloud is not filled with water
And every cloud may not give rain.
Every plant is not green
So don't depend on non-green plants for oxygen as they don't give oxygen.

Even the stars can't shine without darkness
The greatest discoveries were also with many drawbacks
The fieriest dish is exposed only when it is compared to the saccharine.
As may days as the preeminent query won't originate the most philosophical answer will be untold

Never be nervous of your thoughts.
Never frustrate about your feelings
Believe in your ideas,
And give a lucid shape to your idol.

Everyone doubt gold for its purity
But not steel and aluminium,
Which are available out of rarity
Where you the one deep inside the vision glowing like gold.

Never feel bad that yours is a name
Which is never qualified
But you itself is a brand to be certified
Who was already established for your aspiration.

Write your diary daily
As you may show it to the direst, dreadful, dismal experiences
Which have arrived to someone else before yours
And who actually fell as they experienced something miserable than you.

Never a peacock dances as if someone must see
Never a red flower becomes so sweet hoping for a honey bee.
Never a nightingale sings for any frog to appreciate,
Sandal wood doesn't appear too fragrant to satisfy a pig.

The roots of any tree never asks
Anyone to guide its directions to a specified destination
When the trees as well as humans are both living on the same earth
When he/she have their own aspiration and ambition, with self-dependence they give a meaning to their birth.

You might be as harsh as a gale
And even as delicate to be some times pale
The oxygen which you everyone inhale
Is always never more expensive in price as it is for sale.

It might be an immense breeze
Or even a miniscule sneeze
Whatever the mass coverage of wind may be produced
It is allotted and affiliated to everyone.

There might be a one who sells shoes
But who doesn't wear shoes.
There are writers who write books
But who doesn't have a penny to buy a single sheet.

There are farmers, peasants and tillers
Who have the calibre of producing metric-tons of rice and wheat.
But they don't even anything to eat
And starve with few times eating raw meat.


There are people who celebrate golden gaieties
Even there are poor who live with diabetes
Where the blessings of deities
Were belonged to everyone with moralities.

Never a leaf leaves a single atom of air which breezes over it
Never the sky dominates the star which blazes over it.
Respectively a humanoid soul should disrespect a minuscule minute of life,
We should never remove the things which make us look more beautiful.

Burlesque it's not, but a moral valued ode
To all my pen lovers I knew it before that you all enjoy this quality product too much
And would have crammed a principled limerick out of it as much as u can
And changed your mind-set on what actually happens factually.

So the most precious gifts you may ever open are your eyes.
The finest things which always attract are your palms to clap.
The sweetest things which always repel are your lips to encourage.
Signing off Rhyme the Prime BSK!

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