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Goodness



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Many Days have been
I haven’t written anything
Today I put my hands on the Keyboard
Perhaps to tune my feeling through mind-chord
My feelings are new and has buried the old
Now I am not good but I am bold
My Goodness was nothing
But a dull flower in the soil of my cowardness
I got afraid of them who are themselves
Shrinking in the darkness of fear
I got unhappy due to them who are themselves
Too unhappy to see other’s happiness
They don’t let you to see the reality
Disguised themselves in the shallow make up of gaiety
Love! It is only that can make us bold
It is only that can change our mental-mould
And boldness is what let you to be free
And freedom is the sweetest fruit of your Life-tree

Comments

Yayaver said…
a poem in twitter age... sweet.
Great lines but why did u changed the template....i thought earlier one was more sophisticated and well laid out.....Still your blog..do as you feel like....(Ya, i do read you even when i was off blogging :P)

keep writing,
Amit
Raashi said…
Nice to see your post after long time n awesome lines....
Keep writing :)
adreamygal said…
Welcome back !!! nice poem to with beautiful thoughts flowing in form of words :) loved the last line ..:)
Durga Nandan said…
:) great seeing you in here after so long. :)
Cheerz!
n nice one.
DN
Sat_hi_sh said…
Coming out of hibernation eh :)
Nice poem after a looooong time...

Do keep blogging
cheers !!!
BK Chowla, said…
What a way to come back with the darshan of Golden Temple
not sure what were u thinking while writing this. but seems its a post you have written with a free mind without any apprehensions.good one.
Shruti said…
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See this
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Samadrita said…
Wow nice poem.And welcome back to the world of blogging! :)
You might have an award or two at my blog.Please collect them :))
Singh Amit said…
@Yayaver
thanks a lot :)
Singh Amit said…
@hopeless Romantic..
Thanks a lot :)
have changed my template..
tell me if u like it now :)
Singh Amit said…
@Raashi
Thank you very much...:)
Glad u liked it..
Keep visiting :)
Cheers!!
Singh Amit said…
@Raashi
Thank you very much...:)
Glad u liked it..
Keep visiting :)
Cheers!!
Singh Amit said…
@adreamygal
Thanks a lot :)

@DN
thank a lot :)

@Sathish
Thanks a lot buddy

@Chowla ji
THanks a lot :)
Singh Amit said…
@Butterfly thoughts
Thanks a lot :)
glad that u liked it :)
keep visiting
:)
Singh Amit said…
@ Shruti
Thanks a lot for Award...

@Vijay
thanks a ton for Award...
Singh Amit said…
@ Shruti
Thanks a lot for Award...

@Vijay
thanks a ton for Award...
Singh Amit said…
@Samadrita
Thanks a ton for the award... :)
Glad that u liked it..
Keep visiting :)
Cheers!!

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