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Father To Son I do not understand this child Though we have lived together now In the same house for years, I know Nothing of him, so try to build  Up a relationship from how He was when small. Yet have I killed The seed I spent or sown it where The land is his and none of mine? We speak like strangers, there's no sign  Of understanding in the air. This child is built to my design  Yet what he loves I cannot share. Silence surrounds us. I would have Him prodigal, returning to His father's house, the home he knew, Rather than see him make and move His world. I would forgive him too, Shaping from sorrow a new love. Father and son, we both must live On the same globe and the same land He speaks: I cannot understand Myself, why anger grows from grief. We each put out an empty hand, Longing for something to forgive. Summary: The poem ' Father To Son ' describes the relationship of a father with his son, which appears not so good in the poem. In the poem, the poet is disappoi

Answers I KEEP MY ANSWERS SMALL AND KEEP THEM NEAR BIG QUESTIONS BRUISED MY MIND BUT STILL, I LET SMALL ANSWERS BE A BULWARK TO MY FEAR THE HUGE ATTRACTION- "I KEEP FROM THE LIGHT" SMALL THINGS I HANDLED AND CARESSED AND LOVED,  I LET, THE STARS ASSUME THE WHOLE OF THE NIGHT BUT THE BIG ANSWERS CLAMOURED TO BE MOVED INTO MY LIFE. THEIR GREAT AUDACITY SHOUTED TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED AND BELIEVED EVEN WHEN ALL SMALL ANSWERS BUILD UP TO PROTECTION OF MY SPIRIT I SHALL HEAR BIG ANSWERS STRIVING FOR THEIR OVERTHROW AND ALL GREAT CONCLUSIONS COMING NEAR - Elizabeth Jennings Summary: The Poem "Answers" describes how the poet slot the big questions and answers of life in their mind. In the poem, the poet says that she always stays good with short answers and always keeps them near. While the Big answers always hurt her, as they require more attention and thinking, they become harder to ignore and forget. Poet also says that to dodge the contest of big questions (like pain, hard

Time is precious don't waste it. You know why life is beautiful because it is so unpredictable, it has so many ups and downs that you cannot stand still and wait for things to happen, so get up and keep going, take risks, overcome your fear to fail, stand up and rise from your failure. You are lucky that you have a day, you have an opportunity to prove, to rise and to conquer all your dreams. Always remember God has created you for something and please don't stop you for doing that. Life is a gift and make sure it worth for others. Quotes: One Day You Will Understand That every time is the right time for a Beginning. One Day You Will Understand the Real Value of Consistency. One Day You Will Understand the values of all the fun that you had done in your school days. One Day You Will Understand that others are not going to live your life, it's yours. One Day You Will Understand why you skipped the Gym. One Day You Will Understand how quickly the time passes. One Day You Will

Nature : William Wordsworth was born on 7 th   April 1770 in England. Wordsworth made his appearance in the field of writing in the year 1787 by publishing a sonnet in " The European Magazine ". William Wordsworth is considered as early Romantic poets. In his school days, he got the chance to saw and feel the nature and its harmony very closely, which also reflects in his poems. William Wordsworth was very fascinated towards natural objects like flowers, bridges, lakes, sunshine etc.. But on the other hand, he never liked the crowd and noise. In these poems like; " The London " and " The world is too much with us " he complains that man is destroying nature and wasting the sources of earth.  Composition of Poems: William Wordsworth was highly influenced by the French Revolution . Wordsworth lost his idealistic view after seeing the rebellions, the bloodshed and all the death that People committed during the French Revolution. The types of the compositio

I've a Pain in my Head I've a Pain In My Head' Said The Suffering Beckford; To Her Doctor So Dread. 'oh! What Shall I Take For't?' Said This Doctor So Dread Whose Name It Was Newnham. 'for This Pain In Your Head Ah! What Can You Do Ma'am?' Said Miss Beckford, 'suppose If You Think There's No Risk, I Take A Good Dose Of Calomel Brisk.'-- 'What A Praise Worthy Notion.' Replied Mr. Newnham. 'you Shall Have Such A Potion And So Will I Too Ma'am.' - Jane Austen Summary : The Poem "I've a Pain in My Head" written by Jane Austen is a short-story narrative type Poem written in 4 stanzas. In the poem, the action or interaction between a Doctor and a Patient is shown. Here in the poem, the patient is explaining their headache to the Doctor. The poem is written with a simple rhyme scheme and shuffled dialogues between the Doctor and Patient, which indicates their communication. To the ending of the poem, the Doct

अब आए या न आए इधर पूछते चलो:- अब आए या न आए इधर पूछते चलो क्या चाहती है उनकी नज़र पूछते चलो हम से अगर है तर्क-ए-ताल्लुक़ तो क्या हुआ यारो ! कोई तो उनकी ख़बर पूछते चलो जो ख़ुद को कह रहे हैं कि मंज़िल शनास हैं उनको भी क्या ख़बर है मगर पूछते चलो किस मंज़िल-ए-मुराद की जानिब रवाँ हैं हम ऐ रहरवान-ए-ख़ाक बसर पूछते चलो - साहिर लुधियानवी  More Links: Sayari:  https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/sayari Two Line Sayari:  https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Two%20line%20Sayari Hindi Poetry: https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Hindi%20Poetry

William Wordsworth made his debut in the field of writing by publishing a Sonnet in "The European Magazine" in the year 1787. William Wordsworth wrote this Sonnet when he was attending St John's College, Cambridge . He wrote this   Sonnet, on seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams. Sonnet:- She wept - Life's purple tide began to flow In languid Dreams through every thrilling vein ; Dim were my swimming eyes - my pulse beat flow, And my full heart was  swell'd to dear delicious pain, Life left my loaded heart, and closing eyes ; A sigh recall'd the wanderer to my breast ; Dear was the pause of life, and dear the sigh, That call'd the wandered home, and home to rest. That tear proclaims - in thee each virtue dwells, And bright will shine in misery's midnight hour ; As the soft star of dewy evening tells What radiant fires were drown'd by day's malignant pow'r, That only wait the darkness of the night  To chear the wand'ring wretch with hospi