Dreams..., They are the life, for they
lead this wonderful world
Dreams..., They are the light, for they
bring glory to the world,
Dreams..., They are the fire, for they
get the uncertain heights
Dreams..., They are the strength, with
them... we carry on !
And... Oh my dear friend, try to dream on all
the times
A man... Without a dream, is a fire without a
flame,
You have... Plenty of time, that can be filled with many a dreams,
For... Life come to an end, without any of your dreams.
Man... Achieve a lot, with great
ambitious dreams,
We...
Reach the destiny, with dreams showing the path,
And... Oh my dear friend, keep this in
your mind,
We...
With none of the dreams, are a bird with broken wings.
Dreams... Gives us the energy, to look
for an other day,
Dreams... Steps up the speed, and makes
a smart from the lazy,
Dreams... Can bring us together, to
make a wonderful life,
Dreams... Can conquer the world, and
make a hero out of a zero
Oh... My dear friend, let’s dream to make a
beautiful world,
Dream... To remove the war, and to
spread the word of love,
Dream... To help the needy, and to
spread the rich of kindness
Dream... To strengthen us, to make us
not to ever give up on dreams!
17 comments:
Dear Raj,
Well, well, well....I simply love your poem 'Eighty'. Very interesting.
Well done!
Hamida
(11/8/06; 12.05 pm)
Hi Raj
I like the Poem very much and think U must have an old charming soul residing in the body of a young man :~)
Thank U for sharing . ..
Lynne
25 Aug 2006
Dear Raj,
When I read it,I am smile.
Eighty is really genius!
-Bindi_babes
I enjoy every of your peoms showcase here. Can we have more? Amazing talent you have!
Dear Raj,
Thanks for sharing.
The poem really make me smile (same as commentor on Friday, October 06, 2006). Its really 'humours' and make me happy after reading. Its true, I like it. Keep going...Raj
Nice poem...really great...I never wanted to live beyond 50...i shall re-think now....:-)
I packed my bags
I was ready to go
I thought so....
I looked back to check whether I took all or no?
An unfinished poem, a phone call to return, a never worn new sash,
Post-its full of tasks.....
When I looked back to check whether I finished all or no?
I thought I was done and packed it all,
including my last wishes, codicil and all.....
Alas I am 89, I thought I have packed my bags and I am ready to go!!
My time has come!!
I stand and wonder!!
I couldnt finish all in 9 extra years and will I ever be ready to go?
U Rock...Raj!!
All the Best for the Many More to Come...Will wait for them...Take Care...Love Ur Admirer!!
hiraj,
your poem reflects your maturity in thinking. nicely written.keep writing
alka
it's nice to read...and i liked the 2nd comment a lot :-0
Nice poem!
hey raj
loved ur poem eighty a lot, longing to live longer havng a frnd like ukeep gng
lata
+9 is too short for tat cute and lovely smile on ur face, y not +100????
+9 is too short for that cute smile on ur face, Y not +100????
I like it
This is my favourite of what I have read so far on your blog.
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