Rise Poem by Bhartesh Kaushik
Rise
To the mountains touching clouds,
a staircase I'm making on.
Blood, tear, bruises
and sour water I'm drinking on.
Push me down, pull me deeper,
I have started liking pain.
The throne is already mine,
for I'll make blessings rain.
Courage and endurance goes hand in hand that's what this learn from this poem. 10++++++ The throne is already mine, for which I'll make blessings rain.
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4/27/2024 11:03:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The throne is already mine, for which I'll make blessings rain... my staircase to the mountains near clouds....... a very fine imagination. and determination.. thank u. tony