On Constant Not Life's Hours, Yet Decline

I

Shall it human's life as quivering clouds like wandering in its urge?
Such do e'en curious flee ,yet yearning thoughts as strangers risky be
Owes the starless nights a haunting dream about our's fickle image,
Since these roaming bees of despair are hiding keen its dismal hive.

II
Hope and strain are earthly elements, fame it do mold a mortal gate,
Then by with day by day lament, doom to us faint its wondrous dread
O'Constant not life's hours if violent call's do therewith seconds fate,
Thence finds eludible isolation: where do have an unshaken death?

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Nithin Purple




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Nithin Purple is an Author, Artist, a Lyrical Poet, who delivers a new style of Romantic and Insightful poetry and stories through his mesmerizing works.He gives a trendy-inventive Literature and is much committed with Nature and its various elements.The Metaphysical connection between human and the world outside is a strong proof of his writings.Visionary and motivational quest oriented topics were keenly selected through out his Literature. A graphic mind in him helps to create his flowery poetic language, which is widely accepted by his audience. He currently lives in the island in the Persian (Arabian) Gulf of ABU-DHABI


Last updated June 17, 2013