English Poems

I'm the fallen flower in Off Season..
I'm the frozen snow in the on season...
I'm the brightness in the darkness...
Oh, my dear, I'm still the least in everything and in the last in every line...


I cannot write up the Odes
Illiteracy is the blocker on the road
Unable to get up are the Odds
Let me imitate the Legends of the Poetry World
To improve my each and every Word
As they're mighty than the Sword
Then I will begin by appreciating the Lord
Which is the primary striking Chord

I can't write like Shakespeare
Who's in the dramatic sphere
Neither can I create a Sherlock Holmes
As I realise I'm lack of words
Hence I lock up myself as a Reader
And look up to creep up with the Ladder
Rather than dreaming of becoming a Leader
Inthe World of Poetry and Ides