SubT,
I hope you make your dream a reality.
AP
SubT,
I hope you make your dream a reality.
AP
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
thanks AP.. i noticed some of ur personal poetries, nice stuffs.
it is very emotional and beautiful poem
Well thanks. That's very sweet of you.
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
simple lines, with passion and spreading the passion
it does have the rythm too
and blends well with life inside outside
beautiful poem. i like it very much
but, here i'm confused
how how can one be pleased and laugh when his lover departs?Originally Posted by atiguhya padma
i'm sorry i 'm not good at english so i may misunderstand you. but i really appreciate your poem, and i hope i can understand it wholely, so i ask you this question that should not be asked.
Vango,
Thank you for your comments. I am glad you liked my poem. The two lines you quote are referring to line 2 of the poem, in particular, the weary world. It is the world that mocks all my attempts to please, it is the world that laughs when she departs. It is a cry against the blind fate of the world, the injustice of unrequited love.
AP
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
thank you, AP. i got it. it's the world that laughs rather than you.
i read it again, and find it is still more beautiful than when i read it first time
i loved the ending
its the same thing i say in my mind everyday
Her heart is played like well worn strings; in her eyes the sadness sings; of one who was destined for better things.
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