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I see, speak and feel nothing. I am just another person. I belong nowhere.

Nomad I am a nomad— Nothing I say matters. I am but a face in the crowd, I am left behind, trying. I am made fun of. I don’t count in this vast world, I often lead myself through darkness, I pin myself to the wall— I don’t even exist unless I make my presence known. I don’t even get hate—let alone love , I get neither a hell nor a heaven . Not everyone deserves pain. We suffer for a reason—I don’t get a reason. I just live to make God not regret His creation.                                         -Preetham.S.D  

'Sing!' is a poem describing the power of music and imagination, which can bring peace and can make a career etc.This poem is a partial explanation because music and talents do not have boundaries.



 

Sing!

 Sing! , to you is my humble request,

for you will be successful in your worldly desires and conquest, for when you sing,

all will be stunned, like the bees sting;

Singing is the perfume that spreads across the world, with the exquisite colours, which can’t be furled, singing is a delicate art,

which will be a magnificent start;

If singing is your skill,

in peace, not a single drop of blood may spill,

you may begin with a beautiful song,

to express your emotions, though that’s the way which is very strong;

Music will never fail, for it pretends to be the sky, with the dazzling hail.

                      

                                                        -Preetham.S.D   

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