Revival from the world,
Ending the envy,
Solidarity in what you do,
Proud of what you are,
Expanding the inner peace,
Controlling the anger,
Tolerating the highs and lows of nature;
Value of a person,
Not by the deeds though.
But, truth is it?
What do you know?
I think revival it is,
What respect means to me.
From all the bad dreams,
And the reality that I see.
Growing every day,
Every second now.
A new form of respect,
Words can't be found.
But yet,
What is respect, you ask of me,
A word made up,
Or feeling to care about thee.
I think it's about reendowing,
What you think and what you want.
It is about eternal love
Selflessness towards all living and dead.
The Pain of the suffering only you know about
Ending the ego and moving the drought
Caressing the wounds by care
The Time is given to those, who are rare.
It might be just a word...
But a meaning so deep
Only a few can know of
They are yours to keep.
The amount of gratitude
That one feels
When you give respect
Silent in solitude.
Hard to express,
The inner turmoil,
All these feelings
Buried deep in the soil.
Just like Icarus
I might fly high,
Bring me down then,
Right by your side.
Respect is earned,
Just like trust.
Don't let it burn,
Like a pizza crust.
So many words,
That I want to say.
What respect means to me,
In each and every way.
The hurricane inside me is so high,
I can't find the words, I might just cry!
So respect others,
For you, will be treated the same.
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Revival
Poetry" ...Poets like me run away to their poems when they need an escape. We suck the emotions out of hearts and lay them down in the form of words. " A collection of poems I've written... Gathering all the poems from other books here too. ( Will remain...
