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About a very precious gift of Nature.

Mother, a sight of delight

to the eyes of a child.

Mother, a fragrance of hope

to a disheartened child .

Mother, a word of love

to an orphan.

Mother, a thought which

makes me fearless.

Mother, the sound

which conveys comfort.

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I don't know why but some times everything appears meaningless.

Faceless dreams hunt my nights

making me weaker each time.

Faceless things surround my day

making me lazier each moment.

Faceless people with no emotions

make my life paler each day.

Faceless weather thunders on my wishes

making it disapear into thin air.

Faceless things surround me from everywhere

making me faceless ...

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This is my very first poem which I wrote when I was in grade 8.

The night was still

The star so stare

The bright moon with its smile

And the empty house with its style

all shone clearly on the adventurous night

We ate, we played,we laughed with all our might

The sun woke up with a dazzling light

The beds were made comfortable and tight

We slept so soundly as if back from a two days flight

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Loss of a friend, A Good Friend is always heart shaterring..

The grief is great,
the air is bitter sad
words lost...

I have nothing to say,
your loose
caused a tyrant in my heart.
My emotions...scattered!

You meant soo much
in my life...indescribable.
Your friendship made my life
such a bliss!

The times we spent together
will always be with me
reminding...of a "True Friend"

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Me questioning About Life, death and destiny after a loss.

It so happens sometimes that we wonder along our thoughts, thinking and questioning ourselves about life, death and its purpose. Such thoughts are usually the result of faliure or loss of something. But no matter how long we think and ponder over these seemingly unanswerable questions, we hardly get answers for our questions. (Or lets be more accurate i.e, most of us don't atleast)

Time is fleeting.

Life is short.

Pack your bags

and be ready for death!

Death is approaching fast,

nearing every moment.

But...can I die?

When the reason of my life is still left?

The more I think about it the more I feel lost. Surely death shall appear any where anytime. But how horrible it would be if I live all my life for the wrong purpose?