Poetry of emotion || Abol Tabol Habijabi
hello friends,
how are you all Hope everyone is well. If you want to be good, it will not be possible immediately, but you will have to accept many things with patience and wait for the right time. Because many things around us may make us excited and with the excitement we may do something wrong. As a result, it becomes harder and harder to be good. So we need a lot of patience mentality to stay well. If I can keep it at the desired level then I can only create the opportunity to be good.
Let me say one more thing in context, environment and situation may make people around you stand against you and they may try to harass you in various ways. There you have to show extreme patience. Because many things have to wait for the right time without reacting immediately, doing something without waiting for the right time can be counterproductive. To listen silently does not mean to accept everything, not to protest does not mean to be afraid, no matter how many people around you provoke, you have to wait for the right time, you have to pass the ultimate test of patience.
However, reality may teach us all and teach us to be more realistic with time. But here too one has to grasp everything with patience, otherwise the gourd will remain the gourd. Some precious time of our life will be wasted in between. I will share a poem today, I wrote four lines while doing mischief in discord, later I added some lines and made a whole poem, hee hee. Let's read the poem-
I don't understand poetry,
I can't find the rhythm,
but I write everything
in reverse.
Wet in the rain, lost in the cold
, I decorate the story,
the feeling of the heart is restless,
the imagination is still in the rhythm.
When you see clouds, your heart dances
in the dark and you want to lose your mind,
your heart trembles and beats
at the sound of thunder.
The spirit increases the vitality of nature
, the desire to embrace someone,
the heart does not allow to touch him,
the feeling of emotion is hidden.
There is a fickleness of feelings,
I cannot explain the emotions of the heart,
which floats in the sky of imagination
, but the anxiety of the heart about writing.
Loved ones still
have a great rhythm with the words,
so I write
all the feelings floating in the heart in fascination.
