a poem by Purushothama Rao R

In need

Let us leave the foot prints on the wet ways of sand
To advise the futures our rhetoric and genuine stand
Love and life bear now no body’s brand
Let my kind kid I lead you till you are liberated as friend

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Brush to canvas

Brush all the images to snow white canvas
To spread our thoughts to all the nations on atlas
Let the greenery be grown longer and longer on grass
Feel not sensitive at any time to catch and embrace

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Sands of Time

Let us initiate the start of the game
From the still wet sand particles of time
We the youth are at our stances of prime
So as to strive hard to earn name and fame

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On each and every grain today you eat
Your name believed to be engraved on it
Don’t leave any thing to fate and leave not a grain too on the plate
Till you reach the maturity date prescribed by GOD, the great