He couldn’t say all the things,
He couldn’t hide all the things,
Destiny’s play just playing.
Waiting for time to go,
Waiting for time to come,
Nature’s mystery just solving.
He could see her so close,
He could see her so far,
An unknown journey travelling.
Having all the strengths within,
Having all the weakness here.
Still inspirations creating poems.
Awesome!
but I think the last line should read as:
Still inspirations poems creating for the rhyming. Isn’t it?
@ Anubhuti,
Just shall like to explain the last line.
Most of the his poems (creations) are motivated by unknown inspirations, hence even at the unstable point too, all are dedicated to them.