Poet's Paradise (Dawn of Era of Poems)

Out  of the blues, into the trench Away from dry towards the drench Different form from free minded Out of the sight from narrow sighted Into the shackles of time Feelings collect rime The dust of clock is removed by thee The hands and fingers are again set free Somehow  somewhere comes revelation Irrespective  of caste creed or nation Grows  out of feelings not misery neither pain For anything but the lame gain Such is the thy blessing omnipotent It  reaches to all who are patient Wondering sits here yet another being From those shackles who keeps fleeing Because a day shall be written by you Every coward will be brave and old will be new

In the dreary desert of anguish Even the might mightiest relinquish Under the shade of sun itself The soothing heat of winter dwelf Upcoming are many, above are few Struggling are less, more are new The determination waivers Far before you turn the tables Though we know winners are paivers In the noise of the engine and the steam Ruined lies belief and self esteem Soon before the failure strikes Mind play it's game and announces on mics Life is more of a game With restrictions on lame An objective of fame And a goal to tame Falls are common in here But only "once more" doer is a player So,  before you quit on what you begun Remember you had already half won