Question

please someone write a story or a poem and give me. it's very urgent​

Answer 1

poor Robin

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,

And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,

And humbler growths as moved with one desire

Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,

Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay

With his red stalks upon this sunny day!

And, as his tufts of leaves he spreads, content

With a hard bed and scanty nourishment,

Mixed with the green, some shine not lacking power

To rival summer's brightest scarlet flower;

And flowers they well might seem to passers-by

If looked at only with a careless eye;

Flowers or a richer produce (did it suit

The season) sprinklings of ripe strawberry fruit.

But while a thousand pleasures come unsought,

Why fix upon his wealth or want a thought?

Is the string touched in prelude to a lay

Of pretty fancies that would round him play

When all the world acknowledged elfin sway?

Or does it suit our humour to commend

Poor Robin as a sure and crafty friend,

Whose practice teaches, spite of names to show

Bright colours whether they deceive or no?

Nay, we would simply praise the free good-will

With which, though slighted, he, on naked hill

Or in warm valley, seeks his part to fill;

Cheerful alike if bare of flowers as now,

Or when his tiny gems shall deck his brow:

Yet more, we wish that men by men despised,

And such as lift their foreheads overprized,

Should sometimes think, where'er they chance to spy

This child of Nature's own humility,

What recompense is kept in store or left

For all that seem neglected or bereft;

With what nice care equivalents are given,

How just, how bountiful, the hand of Heaven.

William Wordsworth

Answer 2

Tittle : My First Poem

Taking the pen in my hand every evening I wished a Poem to write ,

But always got stuck and my mind starts to fight.

I found topics roaming in my mind ,

But when I try to capture one they all go behind.

While reading the poems of great Poets in the morning ,

I imagine their feelings which are charming.

The temptation to write grows all over in my body ,

But I am unable to express all those and instead I write "sorry".

With the passage of time I understood !

Poem is not that What I thought it should.

Its something magical with great insight in it ,

Its that feeling of the poet which is heavenly a bit.

The poem is read by the reader in the Earth ,

But the words may goes to the heaven where it got its birth.

I never know if I could write a Poem and in happy I could glee ,

But it has became the first Poem for me.

____Rittik Noon_____