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Articles: Poetry | Best Gift
- Mr. Kris Nanduri
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What best be given by the doyens of heavens
And what be bestowed onto the mortals;
As fortune could some see, so is the luck,
Or else thing it be, truth lying else where.
But all is a mate, staying in every of moments.
Ne’er could I feel, I would ever need in all
A hand of amity and a hand so warmth,
Holding mine as lifting in all the cheers,
Levitating in all sorrows and in all times,
Amity in close, mine is looking for.
Ever be in gloom, two fingers rubbing streaks,
Ever be in gay, two toes tapping all along,
Ever be laughing, two lips too all in red,
Ever be winning, two hands clapping loud;
Holding my hand and all suffers be wiped off.
Fate can be scripted, so can others be,
With a mate walking beside, sharing every
And looking at the world, as if mine were.
Being in every pain and being in every joy
And in every try patting with all smiles.
Years and years passing by, so in vain,
Losing every of my dreams, of my wishes,
Never prayed Him, nor pined for fortune till,
But looking now in hope for one to come,
A tender heart that feels mine so close.
It’s a great fortune to have a friend who can feel our pain, who can celebrate our joy and who can feel our presence even in our absence. And it really is; the Best Gift ever do we have.
Thou shalt not help nor shalt thou stay with me all the time, but I can see the amity with thee, long as thou feelest mine.
Kris Nanduri
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