My Weekend Poems # 14
One Stanza Poems
Nothing, To Be.
The scattered bits and pieces: collect
assemble the mess leaving the intellect
be blessed , having all, but no ownership
in and out to become one with " Nothing"
© Arvind Shah 0524
Poetry is silence
The word to lead to say
and lay the smooth way
from sound to silence
poetry is vibrating thence.
© Arvind Shah 0524
Sober Moon
Oh! rose, bloom in moonlight
decorate the sacred scared sober disc
for it merely keeps pulsating stars
devoid of any fragrance.
© Arvind Shah 0724
Compassionate Moon
Oh! the Moon though you are not, today
yet! keep alive, my inquisitive instinct
the urge on me , my hope to meet
gradually compassion comes to light.
© Arvind Shah 0724
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