TOO MUCH

There is too much to talk

There is too much to speak

But I am not the only one who is quiet

There are few moments

There is too little time

But I am not alone such busy

There is too much to share

There is too much to care

But I am not alone who is careless

There is too much to walk

There is too much to run

But I am not alone with such distance

There is too much to believe

There is too much to relieve

But I am not alone who do not grief

There is too much to create

There is too much to generate

But I am not alone with so much greed

There is too much to write

There is too much to sight

But I am not alone who do not see the plight

There is too much to think

There is too much to blink

But I am not alone who remain pink

There is too much of freedom

There is too much of liberty

But I am not alone who is still creepy

There is too much to place

There is too much at stake

But I am not alone who do not trust

I am not the first

I am not the last

But let us all give it a start!

VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE!

Once I left
            Soon I met
Not one, but
            Hundreds on my way

A blacksmith who was happy
            Working harder generating strength

A craftsman working smarter
           Creating beautiful drafts

An instructor
          Clearing all doubts

Sportsman sweating out
          Taking peoples breathe out

A man on duty
         Without being fruity

Mind on work
         Round the clock

An artist offering his treat
         Of beats

Heavens playing happily
        On the street

Beggar calling alms
        Without any claims
………
Rounds of rendition
       On this beautiful expedition

I aren’t happy
       O thee GOD
Why O why?
       On seeing these..

God then spelt
       Magical words of eternity for me

My, My, My O My
       My child
My child you reasoned all the way
       That is all I must say

But you know too much
       To enjoy

An idle man thinking nothing
       So close I came….

Why rack your brains for no pains
      And in vain for no gain

Feel your breathe
      Touch the sky
Let your imagination like them
       Fly high

For all these is there
       For you to cry
But you must laugh
       Even when rivers run dry

Laugh and Laugh
       And laugh like me
Even after creating
       A tragedy

Just in this vast ocean
      Take a dive
For my child,
      Variety is the spice of life.

Reeds of Innocence

By William Blake

1757-1827

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PIPING down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

'Pipe a song about a Lamb!'
So I piped with merry cheer.
'Piper, pipe that song again;'
So I piped: he wept to hear.

'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!'
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.

'Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read.'
So he vanish'd from my sight;
And I pluck'd a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.


------ one of the best poem(CARELESS) ever i read in 4 th standard

TO BE YOURSELF!

Someone falls to pieces
Sleeping all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
She finally drifts away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
And catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave
Yeah...


And to be yourself is all that you can do
Hey...
To be yourself is all that you can do


Someone finds salvation in everyone
Another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears his true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united
Healthy or insane


And to be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
Yeah..
To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)

To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
Hey...

even when you've paid enough
been put upon or been held up
with every single memory of
the good or bad, faces of luck
don't lose any sleep tonight
i'm sure everything will end up alright
you may win or lose


But to be yourself is all that you can do
Yeah...
To be yourself is all that you can do

Ohhh...
To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
Ohhh...
To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can--
Be yourself is all that you can--
Be yourself is all that you can dooooooohoooo