The first poem I ever wrote was terrible,

We don't compare. It's not my poem is better than yours. We're like a chorus. Some sing alto, some sing baritone, some sing bass.

Once in a while and really the exception, will be when I have an idea, then I'll write a poem first and then write a tune to the poem.

Give winter nothing; hold; and let the flake Poise or dissolve along your upheld arms. All flawless hexagons may melt and break; While you must feel the summer's rage of fire, Beyond this frigid season's empty storms. Banished to bloom, and bear the birds' desire.

मेरी कविता क्या है!सच्चाई के दो मोती हैं; एक खुशी की परछाईं का एक दर्द की गहराई का --विकास प्रताप सिंह 'हितैषी

Şanssız mıydık? haksızlık olur şimdi"-Dikkat! Okul Var-

I thought about leaving because of our differences, but I loved the way you lived your life, and that was enough to make me fall in love.

Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker.Come see the freak named after his deceased father.Come see the prince who wants to abdicate his throne.Come see the son whose name is carved on a gravestone.

Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts

The DonkeyWhen fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born.With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings,The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things.The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will;Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, I keep my secret still.Fools! For I also had my hour; One far fierce hour and sweet:There was a shout about my ears, And palms before my feet.