:- here the poet is describing the people who get discriminated against. And also got inspired and leaned on God in times of suffering ultimately God comforted me through his words. .Not all are of the same intellect yet people still exist who follow the morals. The poet is also hoping for a better future to rise. . . Discrimination and bias is a heartbreaking thing to bear. Irrespective of gender colour and status people are getting humiliated. This leads so many of them to suicide and depression. I tell you, your status is not defined by your money or your earnings yet your respect for others and weighed by love, As God said in his scriptures "e; LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOURS AS THYSELF. This sentence alone has a library of notes in it. Thus, stop mocking and live in harmony. @writersnetwork@mirakee@writersbay . @writersnetwork thank you for appreciating my previous writing. #Zoebernadine
Tomorrow is unknown
Waiting in the future quietly
Expected, yet unknowable
A new adventure
Not knowing, just trusting
Gogyohka is a new form of Japanese poetry written in just five lines. Each line of Gogyohka consists of one phrase which can be as short as one word or as long as five words. It has no restraint on numbers of syllables and theme.
--Today, write a creative Gogyohka about something abstract.--
You can write about love, beauty, hope or anything else that comes to your mind.
A journal can be defined as a written record of what you have done each day, sometimes including your private thoughts and feelings. It's believed that journaling or diary writing is an excellent way of keeping a track of your emotions and improving the way you see and deal with problems. On top of that, it also helps in improving writing skills.
--Today, write a journal entry addressing your past self.--
Last spring has clutched my smile under its hybrid skirt or maybe it blew away with trailing winds, and my feet have fetched it everywhere since then to walk empty handed, my wait has crossed ten thousandth hourglass yesterday, but my shores are rippling with quench and my sky is foraging unforgettable reveries till hurricanes bids adieu to my face.
I have witnessed enough storms betwixt moving seasons, their thorns severed my wings only to let them discern eternal healing, I've bloomed epitaphs for my plucked beams but words are ephemeral to give it a rebirth and the upward curve is transient to settle over my awaiting lips.
For me, love is a cotton plant proliferating under warmness enriched with virtues of affection, while hope is a lavender with charismatic smell flourishing inside my vagued heart, some days I turn off all the clocks and stare at the zephyr brushing against me under the warmth of these lavenders in hope of getting my lost smile back. ~Purva