To do the right thing

If you have stumbled to this page. I welcome you to my blog’ poetry section.
This poem is one of my most favorite & finest of creations. It’s written to inspire, encourage and amplify people’s inner voices. I have faith! that once your done reading this aloud & repeatedly, ( not sermonizing!) a positive effect will bind you and we shall connect as a writer & a reader.
Hopefully!, my message will get through and so will my expressions.
It’s aimed to revive the righteousness of a person.

Please don’t forget! – to read slow, read aloud,read repeatedly and acknowledge the punctuation well!
it’s purposefully structured ,to bring the best with all above considerations.
Thank you. Enjoy vocalizing the rhyme aloud ! 🙂

 

‘To do the right thing’

 

I

 

Can you hold the truth & lose your voice.
Can you live!, such a muffled life.

Can you find!?- that pacifier, your deviant! your Lucifer!
Or shall you stutter , then mumble, & recede to silence.

Can you swear; to hold! the truth; up-most.
Speak it blunt, cold, & un-tamed!

Such times a-blazed!, with opinions & self-doubt.
You eternally jitter!, yet stand & headway.

     ..With mortal calm, with immortal faith.

 

II

 

Will you envenom your soul!, with immoral toxins.
Or drench it out! –
in sweat,  in blood ,in tears.

Will you incinerate!, them innocent & helpless.
Or burn down the antagonist!, them shrewd & hellish cold.

Will you embrace them all  –
The inferno!, the bullets ! ,all coarse- cuss!
Let your soul ripped off, not ricochet.

Will you leave!, a fallen man behind.
Or stay altogether, a-last & instead.

 –

Can you do! , one right thing for me.
Will you hold, your righteous today.

.. & read to them righteous, everyday.

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By: Vishu Mishra

First draft: 04-09-2014

To do the right thing

To do the right thing

The Journey

I realize day in & out
that a power gets feeble within
when most beautiful things un-prosper
& most delightful hopes spur-down.

It agitates my fear of lasting,
those beautiful most, are brevity.
I once had a feeling most sanguine.
now it enervates me, all nights i sleep.

I live wih a code,un-deviated.
faith is rewarded, earnesty grows fruit.
though life wear me out every second,
day by day, hour by hour, i count.

There’s a graveyard of dreams i pass,
some die at gates, others dint last.
I learn my lesson with every step.
those who din’t quit may only pass.

There’s a cruel test to an artist.
& a torrent of opinions hold you.
& most dear people leave you.
There’s a journey most difficulty drawn.

I am a poet.
I am a sketcher.
I am dancer.
I am a writer.
I am an artist, an evangelist,an idea & a dream.
I will prevail.
~Dedicated to all people who have a fight against the common notions.The journey towards art is daunting and needs a great will power to endure.you can tag your artist friends in this,most welcome.

 

 

vishu mishra

09-06-2014

 

The journey

The journey