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New Year

The time has come to say goodbye, To another teachful year of my life. Ending are not always happy and so is my, Expected a lot of happiness but received only grief. They say the ones who live strong are the ones that live long, What about those who are buried under the burden of the mob? Many like me express their view in a dance, comedy or song, Because it is what helps them express the reason for their sob. Thinking of the times when I used to be Jolly, To today where I am a big fat arrogant arse. To the time when I used to sing happy songs and dance like a rolly, To today where I'm lost treasure very very sparse. Sometimes I think why am I wasting my talent, For I was born to rule and Yes I shall do. So once again I took some courage on rent, Picked my pen and wrote this Year like a woo. I think that there is an Emperor inside of all, Resting in its cist waiting to be called. The key is nothing but your souls call, To stop wasting talent and break yo...
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Raksha Bandhan..

Sleeping peacefully I heard voices in my bed,
“Lunar Eclipse from 10 to 2 !”, they said.
I heard a thing more that filled me with fun,
Tomorrow was an auspicious festival, “RAKSHA BANDHAN”.
I jumped off my bed out of excitement and joy,
This festival was one moment that made me feel like a Big Boy.
Wrists full of rakhis and face full of smile,
This festival had the power to break the distances worth miles.
A sister sitting in Australia sends a rakhi to her brother in Amritsar
While one ties rakhis to the statue of her martyr brother.
One prays for the good achievement of her little brother day-boarder,
And one prays for the wellness of the hers at the border.
Barring the age the brother is sworn to take care of her sister,
Till and even after she has her own charming mister.
A bond that is to be cherished and loved forever,
Is made stronger when a sister ties rakhi to her brother.
I wish my sisters tied me rakhis personally with their hands,
It would have given me happiness worth more than a million grands.
I wish I could turn back the clock and bring back that time,
And cherish all those moments under the rime.

A sister tying rakhi to her brother.




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