Passion - Poem by Praveen Kumar
Passion is hot track on which runs life
To reach and breach steel gate of success;
Passion is flares those catch soul in fire
To rush and crush obstacles on passage.
Passion, hot steam that drags you forward
To impossible blocks those shut your walk;
Passion, tsunami that rolls like thunder
And sweeps road-blocks in unkind fury.
No barriers stand, no reasons withstand
Onslaught of passions in blind wrath;
It itself, its truth, justice, right reason,
It itself, its light, insight, raison d’etre.
Passion is push; passion, direction,
Once let out, it knows not to stop
Till it reach or itself there breach
Like Martian satellite cruising space.
Volcanic, passion, erupts like lava,
Flows like river of hot liquid fire,
Burns the world that stands on path
And carries onward till passion cools.
Passion, demon, Rahu, of hundred heads,
Rolling in stead of thousand mammoths –
Eyes stuck on post, to meet at all cost,
No means ever count, end is all left.
Passion, road-roller; passion is creative,
Passion is might, passion, always right;
Passion, desperation; passion is talents,
Whatever passion does, right on own right.
Buds blossom by inherent passion,
Fruits ripen by infusion of passion,
Birds build nests while passions rise,
Passion unites poles, procreate world.
Passion, nature’s glue, it is God’s will
That revolves all planets around suns,
That burst out Universe out of naught,
Nourishes world to expand and contract.
New rain’s smell of wet earth is passion;
Passion lights soul, passion stirs heart,
Passion, true life that makes life, the life;
Life is mere robot without passion’s spice.
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