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Poem: Refreshing

Poem: Refreshing 853 1280 Nadir Keval

This is a poem for,

All the people out there,

That have felt for a soul,

Only to be left not knowing where to go.

Life made it hard to believe,

That you could ever aspire,

To be any more than what was told,

To you by others as your purpose and role.

I’m here to tell you,

You are pure like the morning dew,

Beautiful like the sun the moment before it rises,

Enchanting like the fresh scent of the skies.

No one can tell you that you aren’t these things,

For the world doesn’t know you like I do.

Every moment brings out a change.

Try to live out life holding onto the reigns.

If you ever fall, just climb back up,

And know that I’ll be there if you ever feel like giving up.

The world may seem like it’s breaking you down,

But don’t worry, just keep your soul sound.

Because…

You are wonderful, like an angel,

More elegant than a rose.

You are strong as a lion.

But with a soft soul, like a bird.

You are relief when the world is too much to bear,

You are that extra helping, when there’s nothing left to spare.

We are friends, we are companions,

Two dreamers, untold.

Our stories remain silent,

Until we choose to let go.

Let your spirit shine brightly,

Let the world hear your song.

Let your heartbeat be your rhythm,

As you move on, breaking ground.

You are everything to believe in,

A miracle in yourself.

For you were solely created,

As the one to live out your path.

Be swift like the ocean,

Stand tall like the trees.

Know that you are a fountain,

Of greatness to be achieved.

You are awesome in your essence,

More precious than a snowflake.

You are a special token,

To giving my life a stronger seed.

I may be speaking selfish,

But you’ve helped me become me.

 
Copyright (c) Nadir Keval

Poem: Devalued Priceless

Poem: Devalued Priceless 1168 1168 Nadir Keval

They say, “You’ll never make it;
Without the money,
Life as a poet is pointless.”
What about the movement?
In the souls of readers,
In the hearts of lovers,
In the minds of dreamers,
In the humanity of disbelievers?
It’s easy to see,
That life is filled with simplicity.
That is the essence of poetry:
A depiction of reality,
Placed perfectly,
So as to reflect the essence of beauty.
Does that means there’s an intertwine,
between Poetic and Beautiful minds?
Might they be the same?
Both so amazing to find,
Yet so rare to see combined?
Money? Well, it runs the world.
But it loses all value,
If it penetrates the soul.
I’m not saying I don’t wanna be a millionaire,
But not for myself, but for those who deserve a share.
A share at opportunity
And food to eat.
The world’s in need of assistance,
In need of people looking for justice,
in every heartbeat.
This is the epitomy of poetry:
Speaking out words,
Seeming simple,
But moving soul mountains,
In hopes that something will shift,
Becoming a way to bring back “happy”.
What worth is wealthy,
If u have no peace when you sleep?
If not making a difference,
Are you really using your existence,
To the best of your ability?
Ask yourself that,
But be warned:
There’s a chance, no matter your goodness,
You’ll find a small (seeming large) section of bitterness.
Think.
Elevate minds.
Travel through hearts.
Impact lives.

Copyright © Nadir Keval
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