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There was a little wanderer boy,
Who kept his face to Sun,
He got to lay his pockets full,
With all the nuts and bun,
His teeth had had a yellow..
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The inspiration behind this poem was Rohit, a five year old boy who is HIV Positive, naughty, sprightly and full of creativity.
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As alittle girl,I often slept on the terrace,
It was then that I saw some dreams,
Thedreams you see with wide open eyes,
And you call them as Mid..
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She creeps inside from nowhere,
And brings in her hand, some sweet pain,
She hops, dances and moves around,
I run behindto snatch her,but in ..
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I have been watching the path,
For long, with hopeful eyes;
In dreams I see your arrival,
On the pathway several times.
I think of you..
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A dew drop on a leaf, Stars in the eyes, Drawings made by a wave, Houses made of sand, Fluttering sound of wings, Hope, Faith, Dreams, Bonding, Just e..
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Secret glee or stacked up pain,
Hopeful strains in sweet falling rain,
Delicate emotion, beneath the layer,
Floating kindness, Fury in the air,
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This is an attempt at writing a poem in a hurry! Oh! What a word is
this, Luxury! There are many things that we have in life, There are
others we ..
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I wish I could write the title of this poem, its there somewhere in the mind.....
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This is an Ode written to 'Dadi', a character in a popular television show and is a tribute to Shelley. An 'Ode to Skylark' is one of my favourite poe..
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