01/07/2011 10:25 AM
May the Gods and the stars and powers that guide,
Shower the conquests ahead in glorious victory,
Though battles be shed and martyrs styled,
I pray the wars bring treasures to thee.
The seeds of success in the year gone by ,
Reap fruits, I pray, of eternal pride,
For though now the fields show barren and dry,
We shall yield the riches in time.
I tried poetry again after a very long time. This one went out to someone as a New Year Wish. I am not even sure it is half good and I will wait to hear from you.
As the orb bids adieu the harsh horizon,
This last of the storm gone by,
May what has been the brightest summer sun,
Shine through the bleakest winters thine.
This last of the storm gone by,
May what has been the brightest summer sun,
Shine through the bleakest winters thine.
May the Gods and the stars and powers that guide,
Shower the conquests ahead in glorious victory,
Though battles be shed and martyrs styled,
I pray the wars bring treasures to thee.
The seeds of success in the year gone by ,
Reap fruits, I pray, of eternal pride,
For though now the fields show barren and dry,
We shall yield the riches in time.
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