you're poor

[muruganji]

Dear Sweets

Well said and Thanks

But I can't come again in the ring.

I am a piece of a full glass. You can't stick it as it is before.

day by day Slowly i communicate with you and others. Now I like this club.

World is big, I will go with other members

Seriouly I said goodbye to you and friends.

Here no one can worry about it though i should say "bye"

Yesterday I am good, today I am bad and tomorrow?

we are all mixed by good and bad things. Openly I can say.

But we consider others by Ratio of good and bad. If one have good things in higher percentage than bad things, we consider he/she is a good.

If the bad things percentage is higher than good things, we consider, he/she is bad. I do not know who I am?

u need not reply for my post. Keep going ahead. God and myself with you

Take care

Murugan
muruganji

Note: Respected Lara, I still concentrate in myself, But my heart did not say anything as you said

regards
Murugan

[shakespear]

hi all my friends


i hope u happiness and pleasure

[shakespear]

You’re poor

As you’re a poor man, you can’t like or hate
A human third rank, you’re less than a dog
She ignores you, insults you, it’s you’re fate….
To be poor and your ways are full of fog
She cares for her dog, who cares if you’re late?
Who cares if you’re alive or died in a bog?
Sleep or not; well or ill… it’s same in rate
She won’t come although you will , long time, wait
* * *
Day after day, their money will increase
And your troubles with poverty increase too
You want peace and love, you often whisper please
They don’t care for peace, they always yell boo
You like to see her? You may her dog tease
Don’t you see your sky cloudy? But theirs blue
In winter you suffer from cold and freeze
But warmed, she grumbles from honey of bees
* * *
If you sicken, you won’t find helping hand
None holds you, in your chest all will stab sword
And if you die, they’ll insert you in sand
None puts rose on your grave, by all you’re gored
You’d lived alone without beloved or band
It’s your sad fate, it’s the will of your lord
Now you’re without grave stone, you’re lost in land
Like all beings you died, but you’ll still be grand
* * *

now i try to remember my old poems
really i forget some of them
regards