Thousand Years Hunt For Granting Love

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    Kamal

    Thousand Years Hunt For Granting Love

    My search of sky on her widened heart
    Blue and peace area for good settlement
    After long time try only I got success
    I realized difficulties for making entry.

    This attempt was not only of this age
    The age after age of thousand years
    Very hard I felt getting ticket of entrance
    My performance of love and stimulus pace.

    Intended long before finding a roof for life
    Outer environment hitting my conscience
    Tired of eyes looking the doors to open
    Every thunder came to strike inches of steps.

    Jumble of ways with thorough edges cuttings
    Fear of fallen to be unsuccessful participation
    Waiting with greeneries and dry changing
    It was the great confidence of certainty.


    Hoping juxtaposition of years after years

    My days of tranquil hardened my thought

    Lost loftiness re-established and re-incarnated

    Peculiarity re-survived getting another survival.

     

    Grateful union I convey thanking to the trinity

    My lost anticipation patent with reimbursement

    Mended my heart movement of years untouched

    Swamped pain turned by cracking to the lane.

     

    Recognition made by purity what I put thought

    Craved all motions with dignity previous embezzled

    Sweet grant of love ever lasted long after wait

    Preaching of my heart listened by the hurricane.

     

    Tedious my ages mixed as a basil juncture

    Gravity of love proved breaking ironic padlock

    Passed all my relief throughout planting hamlets

    A sky of my hunt found with blinking stars and sun.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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