With the son of man.
Aye you, open up your mind
what are you waiting for?
get up, fold up your blind
look up and far.
Can’t you hear the roar?
of the coming bloom,
and running back to core
the wounded head of gloom.
The roads are calling you
to measure their length,
milestones are asking you
to test their strength.
Check the vastness of the earth
and height of the sky,
taste the fresh morning breath
compete with birds and fly.
You too have a share
yours very own,
don’t just stand and stare
pick up your crown.
Shake well your head
come up with a plan,
and break your bread
with the son of man.
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Rahbar.
please give your frank opinion.
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Take A Humble Bow:
Nice poem, and very poetic. I love the rhythm of the poem. I didn't understand the ending about breaking your bread with the son of man, but it was nice. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you
Hello Evemauy...you are very much right...these last two line were the first ones to emerge from my being and ..roamed in my mind for days...then I wrote this poem just to incorporate them...I am in kind of love with these two lines...though unable to explain them thoroughly...thanks again for your undersatanding comment.
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Thank you
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