Poetry

Agony.

Agony is much more than pain.

It’s more than displeasure.

It is that truth,

Which twists and turns one heart.

The internal pain which rips one’s heart out,

Is agony.

It is that pain,

Which can’t be subsided by giving a red, yellow or white rose.

Agony,

Happens when one has nearly exhausted all of his/ her resources,

To heal or cure himself or herself.

But the only thing which can heal it is true love.

And the wait for it is truly agonizing.

If you are lucky enough then,

God’s love may touch your heart,

And remove all your agony.

Agony isn’t pain, displeasure or sadness.

It’s yourself,

But in pain, displeasure or sadness.

Adios!

Poetry

The Beautiful Danube.

The Beautiful Danube.
A morning in Danube.

The Beautiful Danube River.

Has captured the hearts of many.

It is a legend.

And stories of love, epics, mysteries and war revolves around it.

Yet the river remains,

As famous as it was.

It is legendary and shall remain so.

If you have seen the river Danube,

Then you are extremely lucky.

For it is a privilege to watch it one’s lifetime.

The beautiful Danube river,

Shall live forever and ever.

Adios!

Poetry

The Small Boy And His Father.

The Small boy and his father,

Would travel here and there.

It was there to go out on a conquest,

But they were poor.

They would visit circuses,

Visit all places of local interest.

In their dreams,

They conquered all,

The father was the king,

And the little boy a champion of football.

They were indeed poor,

But not of mind.

Soon they reached their zenith,

When God took them in his hands,

And he kept with him forever and ever.

Adios!