Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Poem 1090. Ground

                                                    Ground
When we got some dream we want to flow it like stream and when
It fall on ground we just don't want to dust and mud to enter in our dream
But it is something which is interesting for dream because when stream
Flow peacefully then we want to see it from every side in scene but
If we don't want mud to touch our dream then how can it is possible
To make alive that dream because dream are something important
For us and we feel that they are precious that we just feel so much pleasure
After all in our dream we feel so important for our thinking for our heart
That we want that dream to be so clean and perfect in every part we
Don't want it to get dirty with sand and we don't want to become
Something unpleasant from land we want it to be crystal clear and clean
We want to be it as nice as some holy water because we think that
We want so pure thinking that we can't dream in that dream any sort
Of wrong thing to be mixed in our precious dream but if you ask your heart
Then you can say one thing that you are not so pure in your thoughts
Or in your thinking because in our thought we just feel one need that is
We want every one to believe our thinking if we want that then can you
Really think that you can do it without any dust touching it after all in life
When ever you grow a plant land it required for growing of that plant
After all land is also a pure thing nature never create a wrong thing but
We are the one who turn every thing into wrong by our thinking because
Even our holy water have come from some land and it also moved on
Dust and land because whenever something is holy and pure how can
It will get wrong just because it is touch by something wrong inside our life
On every spot we just feel that good things are something nice for heart
Because those things are something important for our every thought
We can always win them only if we stop thinking that our dream should
Not be touched by wrong heart if your dream have so power it can change
Their thinking and if it can't able to do that it will just go ahead with some way
Just like some nice stream but just because it is touched by wrong thoughts
Our stream will flow in proper way for our thinking of our heart and then
Why did we feel so sad when our stream will touch things which are on
Ground but why can't we understand that we are human being which are
Feed on the things which grow on ground when did we began to hate
So much our ground that our ground which was once our mother and
Best friend on which use to play many games turn into something which
Is just part of dust and horrible things inside our future and our life
After all maybe that ground have some ugly things but still it is part
Of life for every human being we are the one who just eat things which
Are grew by others in life and then call same people nothing but dust
And dirt for our life how can we hate that ground which feed us on
Every moment of our life when we see green tree we just smile but
When we see land in which they grow we stay away from it in entire life
Just because we think it have germs but do you think just land have dirt
Dirt could any where in our life but still from childhood when we turn into
Adult we began to grow strange fear that land is something wrong and something
Is wrong with people who handle things there but ask your soul it will tell you
That land is place where your dream will land and going to grow because
No water on earth is that which never touched by land and no plant can
Grow without land even if we use as many chemical as we want but
Still we can't get that innocence and beauty of land so instead of thinking
Land as a dirt we must need to understand one truth on the earth that
Places that are near nature are always best for health so always consider
Ground not as dust or not as a dirt but as human being's just best friend.

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