"I reckoned, I am still rising and yet my day ends not,
I pondered, my tomorrow is yonder like the skyline...
It is visible but never thither...
Am I going whither?"
Sunrise represents birth, hope and life.
Sunset symbolizes death, end and gloom.
We are so enjoying the sunrise and staying to its grandeur without bothering to look on our tomorrow. We engage our lives at a venture, uncertain mundane pleasures, and we smote our vain goals. Our passions are prioritized than living for tomorrow - but there's no wrong about that - just that, we are passionate so much of wealth, of richness, of the world. We live full of dreams NOW but don't know the path to track or don't know the course to navigate. We are dreamers but we are actually dreamless! We are ONLY dreaming to feed our illusions.
We should stand and face the sunrise with valor, and dream the dreams of reality. We should do the things we value and value the things we do. Let's stand firm and make our course forward. We only live once so before the sun sets, carpe diem [seize the day] and live life to its fullest.
Every sunrise has its end - sunset. Before the sun hide in the west, strive to fulfill the last level of the hierarchy of need. We should have to yield before our leaves wither and fall in heap, or before our fuels run dry.
All of us had sprung and we will all wither and fall.
All of us had risen and we will all set.
CYCLE OF LIFE
There is a season of spring and a season of fall,
There is a generation of germination and a generation of harvest,
There is a time of tender and a time of wither,
So as the generation of mankind.
Today, the sun rises with its glowing, scorching light...
I enjoyed wandering around and done vain things,
Out of my consciousness, blanket of darkness, of weakness, of oblivion drowned me.
The horizon fades like a withering rose or drying foliage,
The day ends and leaves me lying in the box of memories.
Tomorrow, the sun will set on the far west...
I see myself painted in a canvass, a good work of love.
I will remember the days of thither but I never yield,
I will remember the times of zest but like the sun, it sets yonder...
I will set but someone will be rose...
I will go but one will come...
I will fall but someone else will rise...
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The Unknown Poet: Untold Soul
Poesia"Silence is the shadow of my pen." These are not mere poems for me, it is my emotion, a part of my life. ❤️ I now present to you THE UNKNOWN POET: Untold Soul. "I think I'll never be a poet." The Unknown Poet is no other than but me myself, and my S...
