The STORY OF GRAIN

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Lo! I am grain,

Heading my way from the soil and stain,

Lo! I am Your grain.

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Without your pain,

I would have been in vain.

Lo! I am your grain.

1You sow me in,

You water me there in,

Lo! I am your grain.

You are my mother,

My Father you are,

Lo! I am Your Grain.

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You gave me shape,

You mold me and undraped,

Lo! I am your Grain.

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I am ready to be beaten,

I am ready to be eaten

Lo! I am no more your Grain.

So what am I use your brain.

 

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PHASE

A Man has to pass through three Phases of life. Here presenting these phases of life in my self composed poem .

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First phase of man’s life is infancy,

The world full of dreams and fancies.

Self-centered is his nature,

Love and care need he to nurture.

 

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Life changes with next phase,

Adulthood is which infant chase.

                                        Gets familiar with the real world,

                                                        Knows about dust and gold.

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Last stage is the experienced one,

Old age  named, is this one.

Man has no more thrust,

For the gold and worldly lust.

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The end of this stage,one view

The eyes full of globule dew.

All left is dust,

   which is blown with time gust.