DEAR DAD

Sarbarim Engleng

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Title: Dear Dad

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ABOUT THE BOOK
 CHAITANYA SRIVASTAVA
(Publisher)

Chaitanya Srivastava is a Merchant Navy student at

Southern academy of maritime studies, Chennai.
Lives in the holiest city Varanasi. He is the Founder
of The "JEC PUBLICATION". He loves to write down
his feelings, his thoughts on various topics which
makes him a writer of one his own kind. He is a
devotee of peace and distances himself from any
type of quarrel. He is a helper and dreams to make
the world better place to live in. He has been making
people smile through his writing since many years.
He also owns a poetry page on Instagram named as
" jazbaat_e_chaitanya.
 SARBARIM ENGLENG
(Compiler)

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 CONTENTS
1. Sandheep G
2. Jawahar B Lalla
3. Arpita Saxena
4. Neelaksh
5. Michael Otieno Ogelo
6. Muralidhar Bansal
7. Raja Debroy
8. Elizabeth Martin Amal
9. Manasa Rath
10. Muskan Shaikh
11. Privileged Y Muteya
12. Saanchi Goel
13. Misbah Khan
14. Syedah Hafiza Rabia Iqbal
15. Churchil Ajuniya
16. Abirami P.H.
17. Ankita Choudhary
18. Bisho Teron
19. Sankalp Mirani
20. Dhayaalini Gunasaigaran
21. Serlina Rose
22. Naganandhini N R
23. Alina Mohanty
24. Vijayamalathi Mani
25. Monicka Sundar S
26. Minahil Iqbal
27. Sahyira Roy
28. Anita Rohlan
29. B. Raji
30. Chioma Lilian
31. Manaswini
32. Keerthi Priya M
33. D.Jaya Bharathi
34. Binod Dawadi
35. Anuja Sawalakhe
36. Sanskriti Rao
37. Onyenelue Victoria
38. N.Bharathi
39. Boateng Eric
40. Ishrat Saboon
41. Alkajain Indore
42. Catherine Jere
43. Uzma
44. Aisha Ahmed Abdullahi
45. Bivin Sunny
46. Bavuyise Sibindlana
47. Usha Shrivastava
48. Nilofar Farooqui Tauseef
49. Prince Williams
50. Kashish Kumari
 G Sandheep
His name is G.Sandheep. He has completed B.Com
Computer Application. He was born in Tamil Nadu and
raised in Erode district. He gives his imagination and
creates poetry. One of his favorites is the baby in this
world.

IG-@rj_sandy99

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Father Endless Love

A man of high dreams

Remains unspoken
Hides his intense love
Nobody can imagine.

A man of hard labour

Having deep fever
Keeps nothing for his favour
Everything he can harbour.

A man of greediness
For his own self of nothingness
But too generous with sweetness
For his children in forgiveness.

A man of patience
Stands on perseverance
Mountainous confidence
Tireless guidence.

©G Sandheep

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 Jawahar B Lalla

I am Jawahar Lalla . An accomplished senior

management executive, writer, blogger, speaker, panel
judge, book reviewer having more than 40+ years of rich
and vast IT technology experience.

My articles on the Industry domain has also been

published in Indian and Foreign publications

I have been invited by many conferences & seminars

organizers to be on their judge panel & speaker.

I have also been involved as a book reviewer for many

technology & management groups.

Co-Author in more than 100 Plus anthologies books.

Winner of numerous awards, E certificates in

writing.Email: jawahar_72002@yahoo.co.in.Instagram
Ig: JBLwrites

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 Dear Dad

As I am penning my thoughts for the anthology Dear

Dad.
I want to offer my sincere gratitude & tribute to my late
father who molded me into what I am today.
Dedicating this submission to him and seeking his
divine blessings from heavens above
Lord Ganpati as you were getting ready on Anant
Chaturdashi to end your festival journey and return to
your abode. You took my dad’s hands and took him
along with you.
Anant Chaturdashi is the name of the Lord in whose
name the festival Anant Chaturdashi is celebrated. Lord
Anant is a name given to Lord Vishnu. The Shesh-Nag
and river Goddess Yamuna are also worshipped along
with Lord Anant. Chaturdashi falls on the fourteenth
bright day in Bhadrapada month. The day of Anant
Chaturdashi usually coincides with God Ganesha
Visarjan as well.
It is said on this day God Ganesha leaves for his abode
carrying all our worries troubles & problems with him &
blessing us with prosperity & abundance of health,
wealth & prosperity.
This is a special connotation from me to you, my loving
father.
You left all of us and went to god abode on this
auspicious Ganesh Anant Chaturdashi day.
As I was growing up, you are my first celebrity, my
caretaker, my educator.
You were my beloved father and I love you dearly. I miss
you here on planet earth, but, I know that one day we
will be together again on a new journey of life.

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You encouraged me throughout my life, from the time I
was born till the day you left to continue your next
mission.
You achieved in doing a lot of initiatives and talk us to
be proud to be Indian & Sindhi and do something for our
nation, community & society
You did a lot of social welfare, and social uplift
initiatives for our community, you also spoke in most of
the large corporate ccompanies’AGMs meetings,
bought the leading textile mill of Mumbai into
prominence, spoke your thoughts in various rotary club
meetings, bought Balkan ki, Bari, to greater heights, and
continued to do la ot of social work till your last breath.
You have left behind a rich legacy and success stories
to pass on to me our family & our younger generations
You were also an important part of forming one of the
largest building complexes Daulat Nagar in Mumbai.
You taught me how to be proud of myself, but, at the
same time how to remain humble most of the time. You
taught me to reach out to others when they are in need
and to offer my hand in support to the needy. You
imparted in me the importance of giving without
expectations.
From you, I learned that all people are the same in God’s
eyes and that love is the biggest gratitude of all things.
You gave me the motivation to try new things. You gave
me the understanding that to fail only means another
door to a better opportunity will be opened for me.
I love you with all my heart and soul.
I bow & pray to God almighty to bestow his divine
blessings to your sacred & spiritual soul and provide
you a permanent place in his God’s abode.
Seeking your divine blessings.

© Jawahar B Lalla.

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 Arpita Saxena

Arpita Saxena is a teacher.she has completed her

schooling from KVS. She is post graduate in MSc
geography along with diploma in disaster
management.she had a decade experience in banking
and insurance sector. She loves to explore history and
admire nature.she loves content related to history
geography and culture.

IG-@Writing_for_my_idol

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 Come and play with me

Once in a village, there was a small boy who use to play

near an Apple tree’s. When he grew up after few years,
he came to that tree and sat there sadly. The Tree said,
“ Come, play with me.” The boy said, “I am really sad. I
need some toys” The tree said, “I can’t pay you but I can
surely help you. You can take by Apples, sell it in the
market and then you can make money.” The boy
followed and fulfill his want. After some days, the boy
went and sat silently. The tree said, “Come, play with
me.” The boy said that he needed some more money for
his education purpose. The tree said, “I have an idea.
You can take my branches and sell the wood in the
market & then use it.” The boy followed and used the
money. After few years the tree saw that man again and
to no surprise, the man was sad again. Tree asked the
reason. The man said that he wanted to make Furniture
but had not that much money to but it.

Moral :-

We should remember this always that how much our

trees, our mother nature has given us may it be food or
wood or oxygen or life. So, we should always preseve
this as a present for our future generations.

© Arpita Saxena

Longings

Longings

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 Unafraid
Undettered
I walk a mile
To explore
To embrace
The greyest of skies
I trod
I feel
The ocean waves
I urge
I pray
For it to pave
I wish to go
I long to merge
In this wondrous nature
In the final surge …

© Arpita Saxena

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 Neelaksh

Neelaksh hails from Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh. He has

completed his B.com from Jai Narayan pg college and
is pursuing Chartered Accountant. He usually writes as
a part of his hobby. He express himself beautifully and
love to write on different occasions . He always tries to
bring smiles to everyone face.. He is always hopeful
and bring positive memories to others.

IG- @Neelakshjamesojha

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Parenting wish

May my child rise like the sun after the storm is over
May he gets all the best moments of my part too in his
life
The worst is true.
Everything you did not want to know.
As he is my only little life in this world…
I wish
He remains dancing and singing the whole life
A wish of every parents… in this world

© Neelaksh

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 Michael Otieno Ogelo

Michael Otieno Ogelo is a special needs teacher,

novelist, short story writer, a poet and a co-author; born
in Kisumu county, Kenya. He graduated from Maseno
University.
His first book, a short story collection in English
was published by The Writers Pen Publishers (2021),
under the title “Peer Coalition and Other Stories.” As a
co-author, Michael has participated in various
anthologies, which were published in India, hence
winning many certificates of publication, letters of
appreciation, e-trophies and e-medals.
Michael, an advocate of human rights, aspires to
be a prolific video storyteller and animator with keen
interest in developing stories for young and or
teenagers through his you-tube channel called “Cool
Tales.”
Contact: Email: mikeogelo@gmail.com

Thinking about

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Thinking about what you have done
Many that I can air out
Taking me to school
Paying me school fees
Providing me with food
Providing me with shelter
Providing me with clothing
And indeed, you’re a good dad
With the frequent punishment you gave me
Really activated my wrong thoughts to better
Taking me to places
Showing me good and bad things
Teaching me how to read
Teaching me well than any other person
And it’s my time to bring back my efforts
To challenge the weak one you’ve
And in happiness we will live

©Michael Otieno Ogelo

DAD COME BACK

Dad! Which place is this?

“You stay here. Am going back”
Where to… And off he went
And the place doesn’t look familiar
It’s tents, tents, tents everywhere
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The battle is on a high scale
And people are running
The destruction is on the rise
The death is on the rise
And what did tribalism do to them?
Why fight one another, and he’s brave
Soldering on to the hotspots
Too fearful than before and mum got injured
Injured to some parts due to men ambush
No proper walk, no hospital is close
And hopeless I am like animals with no mates
Dad please, come back
Dad please, come back
Dad please, come back

©Michael Otieno Ogelo

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 Muralidhar Bansal

He is Muralidhar Bansal from Nepal.He loves writing

and started writing when he was a student. Playing
cricket and writing are his hobbies.

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 Nature
IT IS SAID IF YOU CAN’T BUILD ONE’S LIFE,
BETTER DON’T RUIN AND DISRUPT IT.

SIMILARLY, IF YOU CAN’T CONSERVE THE NATURE,

YOU HAVE NO ANY RIGHTS TO DETERIORATE IT BY
POLLUTION, DEFORESTATION, DEGRADATION.

NEVER TAKE IT FOR GRANTED FOR WHAT THE

NATURE HAS GIVEN TO YOU.
IT IS YOUR ETHICAL RESPONSIBILITY TO CONSERVE
THE NATURE THE WAY IT HAS PROTECTED YOU.

A LOT DEPENDS ON YOUR NATURE AS HOW YOU

REACT TO THE MOTHER NATURE BECAUSE ONLY
THAT THINGS RETURN TO YOU THAT U DESIRE TO
GIVE.

NATURE HAS GIVEN US ENVIRONMENT, SOCIETY,

SPECIES
BUT OUR OWN GREED FOR EGO AND ESTEEM HAS
EXPLOITED THE NATURE DUE TO WHICH WE ARE
FIGHTING AGAINST THE PANDEMIC

Nature

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YOU ARE JUST BY NATURE. REMEMBER IF THE
NATURE CAN MAKE YOU LIVE LUXURIOUSLY, IT CAN
TAKE NO TIME TO COMPEL YOU LIVE MISERLY.

THE NATURE HAS GIVEN YOU BIRTH TO PERFORM

WELL. IF YOU CAN’T MAKE THE MOTHER NATURE
PROUD, BETTER DON’T LET HER EGO HURT UNDER
THE SHADOW OF THE AWFUL ACTS.

WE SHOULD RESPECT THE NATURE FOR WHAT SHE

HAS GIVEN TO US LIKE ATMOSPHERE, ENVIRONMENT,
SPICES, ETC. ITS AS SIMPLE HOW WE THANK FOR
THE PRECIOUS GIFT GIVEN TO US.

DON’T BOAST IN LIFE THAT WHAT POSITION YOU ARE

IN TODAY. REMEMBER YOUR IDENTITY IS BY
NATURE, THE MOTHER. IT’S THE NATURE UNDER
WHOSE SHADOW YOU ARE TAKING BREATH.

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 Raja Debroy

Philosopher, Reformer and International Writer

Pitaa

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 Ankahe sangharsh ka naam hey Pitaa
Parivar ke ‘Karyakarta’ ka naam hey Pitaa
Aatma-balidaan ka dusra naam hey Pitaa
Anushashit samajik naam hey Pitaa
Adarsh ka dusra naam hey Pitaa
Khushi aur chahat ka naam hey Pitaa
Parivar ke ‘ATM’ hey Pitaa
Achchhi salaah ka naam hey Pitaa

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 ELIZABETH MARTIN AMAL

M.Elizabeth Monica is residing from Coimbatore and

pursuing B.A English Literature in Sri Ramakrishna
College of arts and science for women.She is the Lover
of words and interested to write more.She wants to
explore a new life with her passion.She is deeply fond of
reading books and also have the talent to change words
into music.

Peace

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Peace is something we all run behind to fetch it.Some
will get inner-peace while prevailing silent,then when all
of their problem come to an end.Many gets Peace while
sleeping.The thing which we do will gives in turn
Happiness and Sadness.The happiness gives us
peace.Why do we need Peace?because,we spend most
of the time by doing our personal matters like
work,study,chat,etc..but there is no time for
ourself.Peace includes calm and non-violence.Conflict
includes violence,cry,etc.If we really want peace we
have to interact with Positive vibe person but not with
Negative vibe person.For example,Imagine any two
countries which is not in a good relationship and
preparing for war.After few days War has been started
and the masses of people started to suffer in fear,
depression,some are dead,some are badly
wounded.This won’t leave peace inside the people.We
are Human’s and have the right to be happy,but in those
countries can they be happy?No,they will not be
happy.We have born so we people know today or
tomorrow we will die.But think about those people in
the country,always they will be feared and they don’t
know when the next attack will be,so they should be
very much prepared for it.Some would have forgotten
the peace.Life is not full of Happiness but there will be
some ups and downs.It is not a problem where we
live,but it’s important whether we’re in the good leader’s
hand.This is not the common people’s mistake, it’s
because of the Current Leader I would say.

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 Manasa Rath

Manasa Rath belongs from Sundargarh, Odisha. She is

an extrovert. She express her feelings through poems.
She is an energetic poet. She got inspired from her
grandfather since childhood. Now she is part of many
anthologies

Papa meri zindagi

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Apna har khushi hamein de diye
Hamari sari gham le gaye
Apna jivan hamare naam kar gaye
Hamein apne sine se lagaye

Hamein chhav diye khud dhup main khade rahe

Kucch bolne se pehle maan ki baat samajh gaye
Kabhi gir pade to chalna sikhaya
Hamein jeevan main sahi raah dikhaye

Kaante par khud chalte rahe

Hamare rahon main gulab biccha diye
Haan wo hai papa
Jo hamein roshni dene ke liye khud jalte rahe

Kabhi apne baare main na soch paye

Naa hi kabhi apni parwaah kiye
Haan wo papa hai
Jo dharti main hi jannat ka sher karaye…..

©Manasa Rath

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 Muskan Shaikh

She is Muskan Shaikh From Mumbai. She is from

paramedical field working as a Lab Technician. She
loves to write a poem in her free time and had written in
few anthologies as a co author.

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“Create Your Bright Future”

Each and everyone have a dream,

Though everyone are not same,
Some consider that as their aim,
Some fulfills them just to get fame;
While some do just daydream !!

Certainly you may get many obstacles and failures, but

no need to be upset ;
Work more hard and then definitely you will get;
How much your parents has suffered to raise you
high?... This thing you must never forget…
If you didn’t do today, tomorrow you will regret….

It’s time to learn,

What to and how to focus on?... This should be your
concern;
In order to rise like the sun, you need to burn;
Work very hardly If you have to earn;
A bright future and success you’ll get in return….

Life goes by rapidly, so don’t delay,

Don’t look and think of a destination, just start and
follow the right way!
It’s upto you whether with your life you have to live to
fullest or just play;
Make sure your tomorrow must be better than today;
So, start working for the future, act now, without delay!!

© Muskan Shaikh

“Kyun hota hai Maayoos “

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Ay Insaan! Tu kyun hota hai mayoos,
Samjhte hain ki tujhe hai bohot gam;
Magar tujhse bure haal me bhi log guzaar rahe hain apni
zindagi,
Dekhega unke haal to lagege khud ke gam bohot
kam…..

Duniya me har taraf chayi hai udaasi,

Har koi de raha hai har roz naya imtehaan;
Hote hain kuch log jinhe hota hai khud par bohot
abhimaan;
Is daur me jaane nhi hai aasaan!!

Dekh aasman me chaaya hai andhera,

Magar ek Chand ki Chandni kaafi hai ujaale ke liye;
Yeh raat guzar kar sooraj apni kirno se phr subha ko kar
deta hai roshan;
Dekh sooraj ne apni kirno ko chaaro taraf hai bikhera!!

Teri udaasi bhi is andheri raat ki tarah hai,

Tu mat ghabra agar chand na nikla to sabr kar;
Kl subha ka suraj dega tujhe dher saari roshni,…
Dheere dheere hogi khatam teri har pareshani!!

Tikte nhi hamesha ek jaise,

Ke waqt ke saath dheere dheere badal jaate hain mijaaz
mausam ke;
Hausla rakh tu ay insaan, yeh waqt hi to hai aaj nahi to
kal badal jaega!!

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 Priviledge Y Muteya

Priviledge Y Muteya was born in 2000 in Harare. She did

her ‘O’ and ‘A’ at Budiriro I High School. She loves
writing novels and poems. Currently, she is studying law
at the University of Zimbabwe.A

A Letter to my Father

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Dear Dad,
I believe that I’m blessed
To have a father like you
I always wonder
What exactly did I do to deserve you?You love me more
than yourself

On your payday
Youu empty all your pockets for me
You can’t even buy anything for yourself
When we are eating
You give yourself a morsel
But you prepare a feast for me
You wear tattered clothes
You bought since you were boy
But on my birthday
You buy me expensive clothes
All thanks to your proper chastisement
I’m now a lady among ladiesWith good moral values

I will prove to you,

How much I love you,
How grateful I’m to you
I will respect you everyday
You are a great teacher!

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 Saanchi Goel

Saanchi Goel is a girl in her mid teens. She is an

Author of a poetry book. She writes the feelings in
Various situation. She dreams big and tries every small
Thing to achieve it. She is a writer of soul. She deeply
Believes in simplicity of living. She is an ambivert. She
Loves to listen music and to read and write in her past
Time.
E mail:saanchigoel007@gmail.com

Woh Pata hota hai

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Who Pata hota hai jo,
Duniya Ke taane sahta Hai,
Lekin Fir Bhi Kuchh Na Kahta Hai..

Who Pita hota hai jo,

Din Raat mehnat Karta Hai,
Magar Kisi Se Kuchh Na Kahta Hai..

Who Pata Hai Jo,

Bacchon ko sirf tasviron Mein Bada Hota dekhta Hai,
Fir Bhi Unki khamoshiyon ko padh leta hai…

Who pata hota hai jo,

Pehle Parivar aur fir Khud ke bare mein Sochta Hai,
Parivar Aur Duniya Ke bich Deewar Ban Khada rahata
Hai…

Kathin halaton mein maa to fir bhi ro deti,

Magar Pita toh na ro sakta hai..

Apni beti ka hero hota hai,

Apne bete ki Himmat,
Aur patni ka Sahara Hota Hai..

Fir Bhi Jamana Kahta Hai,

Ki “Pita Tu Kaisa Hota Hai?”

© Saanchi Goel

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 Misbah khan
Physiotherapy Intern

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Slow down

“The motivation behind life isn’t to be content.

It is to be helpful, to be noteworthy, to be empathetic,
to have it have some effect that you have endlessly
lived well.”
“The reason for daily routine is to experience it, to taste
insight to the most extreme, to connect anxiously and
unafraid for fresher and more extravagant experience.”

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Syedah Hafiza Rabia Iqbal

Syedah Hafiza Rabia Iqbal, belongs to Pakistan. She’s

an artist, published writer, compiler and calligrapher as
well. Writing is her passion and her favorite genre is
poetry.
shrabiaiqbal@gmail.com
@syedah91

Dear Dad ( Abbu Jan)

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“It’s true without mother home isn’t give you the feeling
of home but without father your world is incomplete
with having all.”

No one in this world wants to make you more

progressive to him except your father and teacher.

For daughter father is her first hero who gives her wings
for fly and confidence to achieve the sky.
Love you baba…

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 churchil ajunyia

Churchill ‘sir flakes’ Ajunyia is a Kenyan born poet,writer

and mental health advocate using his work of art in
promoting mental wellbeing and “crucifying” Gender
Based Violence (GBV)

He started writing short stories and poems at the age of

12 when in a public primary school and has never
lessen his grip on a pen ever since,his inking draws
lines of what he sees happening in the society of the
current generation with emphasis on mental health and
gender based violence…

Cruel life

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Father doesn’t care
Mother ain’t there
Life is cruel,life ain’t fair

My new mother breaths insult

She throws a chair in every fight
She colours black on so white

The once happy and jolly

Is reckless and wobbly
Seeming too never jolly

Father found himself a mistress

One that relieves him off stress
Always wasted,His life is a mess

Her absence hurts

Her new home outside our huts
With her still in our hearts

I wish she was here,so near

I wish she could hear,the fall of my tear
And presence of fear,Missing one that is dear

I feel shaken and broken

I need to be woken
I need a mother,my token.

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Abirami P H

Hi ,This is Abirami , persuing literature in English.I love

and live in the world of Literature . Literature brings the
interconnected life with emotions in every aspects.Here
I presented the bond with my dear Father.

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My World

Dear APPA,

You are the presenter of my life,

My first love begins with you.
You proudly raised me as Your’s
You are my backbone ,
Right from my first sitting.
You are my Best supporter,
Right from my first step.

Filled completely with happiness and joy

Under your strong rough arms.
You pampering , brought as Princess.
Adolescence made to feel your struggles.
No one replace you, in my life.
Every chapter of my life filled with you.
My decision maker, best friend,
Especially my crime naughty partner.

No words to describe the role of you

In my life.

You are my world.

You are my everything.
My world , AppA.

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 Ankita Choudhary

Ankita Choudhary is a student, who loves Jesus. A teen

passionate writer. Published in 40+ anthologies and in
one magazine. She loves writing and reading.

“Just to love you

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I created choas in my eyes
And later made you maker in my mind”

“ Real love keeps memories. Fake love keeps wrong

records.”

“ Storm will not calm until you will calm “

© Ankita Choudhary

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 Bisho Teron

Bisho Teron is a Hobbyists of writing,painting gardening

etc.
He belong to a middle class family from Parokhowa
(Vothung Aji),Karbi Anglong,Assam. He is doing his
degree
In Diphu government college,Karbi Anglong. He start
writing
Since schooling and he continues. He writes in both
Karbi and
English.

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Seeking you

It’s getting longer. But I still seeking you.

Even knowing you are not here to find.
Where are you. I am missing you a lot.
My heart and Mind are tired of being without your love.
Can you visit in my garden and show a sign
That you are here always by my side.
Oh please visit once. There is no one to pat and say “I
am prouds of you”
There is no one to hear my voice of pains and suffers.
Lots of words to say and complains.
My dream are crush. Trying to be noisy, but lonely and
silences underneath.
I see you into my dreams and my heart melts after all.
But realise it’s not real it was just my dream driven
from.
With a broken heart I am living for no purpose. One day I
be there with you forever dear. Here being happy is not
easy. I miss you.

©BISHO TERON

My heaven

A backpack of responsibility
Which I never seen before.

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Since I was covered with love.
I am scared of being lost outside.

My heaven, makes me awesome.

And nothing to worry about,
I sometimes feel I am very lucky
To have you dears.

But,I can’t Express my love.

I really love you so much dear.
I remember every words,
You told me, since childhood.

Thankful to you,
To have such amazing person in my life.
May God bless you and protect,
Throughout your life.

©BISHO TERON

Sankalp Mirani

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“The euphoric bliss many people experience can keep
you and your partner completely wrapped up in each
other.”
Sankalp Mirani is the Hindustan Times and CBFC’s
bestselling author of more than 5 novels, and the Reta®
award winning writer of the literary TV show A PUN ON
WORDS. He also writes urban fantasy under the pen
name Improvkaar. His work has won critical acclaim,
prestigious awards, been optioned for television, and
has been published in 28 countries. Sankalp lives in
Nagpur with his parents and friends, where he is hard at
work on his next novel.

Anxiety

Anxious, confused and utterly restless,

Unsure yet confident, I’m a

Mess, An uneasy feeling stays in my heart, Should I hold

on or let you

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Depart, Still I’m content with the way

Things are,

Holding you close while looking from afar, Your

presence brightens my

Day, Nothing to speak yet so much to say.

Mama

How can I blame you Mama? Is this not my fault?

Is this not life cycle that every lady had pass?
Mama,
You are more valuable of even to blame you
It’s a fight back to me, of whichever every occurrence
situation there’s a lesson learnt,

But is you mamma not to take the responsibility to alert

me on every life cycle that occur amongst as ladies?
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Should we wait till everything happen through their way
for us to able to learn in an experience?

©Sankalp Mirani

Dhayaalini Gunasaigaran

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Dhayaalini Gunasaigaran is the author’s name. She is
from Malaysia and is pursuing a nursing diploma. She
has been writing poems since she was 17 years old, a
time frame of four years. On her Instagram pages
@dhayaalinidhayaa and @dhayaalinidhayaa_english,
she has written many short and long poems in English
and Tamil.

My dear daddy

The stars shine in the dark

Candies bring us fond memories

Irreplaceable and unconditional love

Roars with us while fighting against obstacles

Supportive heart with strong arms

An ordinary man with extraordinary powers

Actions speak better than words

A word from him awards us success

Years fly, trees grow

His love will on in our hearts forever

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-©Dhayaalini Gunasaigaran

Magnetic eyes

My heart was trembling like an earthquake when I

looked into your eyes.
Yours eyes have the power to mesmerize me.

©Dhayaalini Gunasaigaran

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 Serlina Rose

Serlina Rose’s a poetess & writer, from the Caribbean

island of Dominica. Blessed with scenery & a gift for
writing, Serlina has composed various pieces of poetry,
aspiring to publish ‘Serlina’s Poesy Anthology’ soon;
Serlina has submitted a few pieces for publication
which can be found in:

Poetrypea journal of haiku & senryu: Autumn edition

2020; The Dancing Light of Dawn: #InstantEternal
poetry vol. 1, 2021; An Anthology for a friend by Victoria
Hartman 2021; etc.

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You can find and follow “Serlina Rose”:
Linktree: https://linktr.ee/SerlinaRose
WhatsApp: +86-139-5814-0836
🇩🇲767©SerlinaRose🇩🇲

Father

God made thee solid

Affectionate and humble
Treasured begetter.

Assuring support
Wisdom filled generous heart
Protective comfort.

Gratitude my king
Unlimited devotion
Merit firm respect!

©Serlina Rose

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Parents and father

Parents

Who can love you completely?

Thru joy or sorrow sweetly?
From birth to adult
Love and pain result
Noble parents concretely!

Father

Imperfect and strong

A comforting hand to all
Motivate me best!

©SerlinaRose

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 Naganandhini N.R

Nandhini prefers book reading over watching movies.

She is an ardent literature student who is immensely
passionate towards learning and imitating styles of
various authors .One of her favourite Shakespearean
plays is “ Othello”. Her literary field of interests are
Diasporic literature and Post colonial literature. Jhumpa
Lahiri’s “ The Namesake” and P.G. Wodehouse’s “ The
Girl in Blue “ encompass her most favourite novels

IG-@the_incarnadine_tip

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Why are you so lazy daddy?

I was scared the moment he crossed the hallway

An employed man sweating in his Indian business suit
I gaped at him – a strange presence amidst my aura
A sight that I longed to have at my house and failed,
God
For it was never His fault but the sloth’s
It was not unusual as it was my second time
The first was at my cousin’s, Chennai- a year ago
When I gawked at his towering father who had changed
his formal attire into casual white baniyan
Whilst we were asked to dine for traditional Tamil
Brahmin style lunch.
An incoherent comparison in my head descends ;
Where I place the unreal head of the family- a pathetic
identity
Oh that I wish I could strip off, discard and call my
memory off
As he since last decade sweated neither his blood nor
tears
Why are you so lazy daddy?
How do you expect us to love and accept you as such
when you’re nothing!
How do I call myself a daughter to a ‘berozgaar’
Who would never even ask me for tea or share his food
or buy me or my mother new clothes
By neither making a duo with any of us ?

©Naganandhini N.R

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 Alina Mohanty

Alina Mohanty, doctor in making and author in progress.

She has been part of 100+ anthologies. She is two
times Record Holder. She is the author of “A CUP OF
SOCIETY”. Dancer, singer, painter and tarot reader are
some of her personalities.

IG-@mohanty.alina

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Gurdian Angel

An angel,
That is omnipresent.
Yet never say a word.
But keep his hand on head.

Spreading his wings,

Enclosing me in his rim.
Protecting from devil and dirt.
Trying to save me from being hurt.

He hold my finger,
Whenever I am in danger.
He taught me to be brave,
But also mellow whenever needed.

He is my father,
Not less than a guardian angel.

©Alina Mohanty

His last present

I was very small

When he left for his camp.

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Wearing his uniform
With bags,badge and his favourite cap.
He hugged me and promised to return.
With a flag- glory of my nation.
I always waited for him to come home.
When I see my friend’s father ,I miss him more.
But then I used to hug that flag,
To remember about my superdad.
Years passed
One day a letter came that he is coming home.
I and mom made a welcome home décor.
I was already to say all of my words and deeds.
The bell rang
He was finally here infront of us.
But not as my superdad
But as a martyr wrapped in tricolour.

All I did was a salute to a great human,

With the flag he gave me as his last present.

©Alina Mohanty

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 Vijayamalathi Mani

Vijayamalathi Mani pursuing her Master Degree in

English Literature. She is a poetess, co compiler,
Compiler and project head. She engrossed in inking
quotes and poetry. She is a pluviophile.Glance her
musings on YQ @Violet vibes.She wrote more than
3000 quotes on YQ. She has compiled a anthology
captioned “Miene Instinkate”. She received more than
250 e certificates in various competitions. She is the
core member of Solaced pentales, World of Logophiles,
Inner Souls. She has co-authored 500+ anthologies. She
believes through writings only can win other’s heart!

IG-@a_ariharasudhan

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My Love

My love,
You are my love,
Don’t leave me,
Don’t go away from me,
How can I live with out you?
Just think,
How humans lead if the oxygen go away from them,
According to me,
You are the oxygen,
You are the cause,
I’m still on surveying the world,
It would be blessed,
When you be close with me,
I’m not lie,
You are my truth,
You are the only truth of my lie life!

©Vijayamalathi Mani

Daddy

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Dear daddy,
Never be sad,
You are my life line,
You are the reason,
I’m here,
You are the cause,
I’m still be happy,
You are the result,
I’m be alive,
How is it possible?
The Lord still be infront of me!
Not a ordinary lord,
But my lovely lord,
He filled with tenderness,
His face is glorious one,
Without him,
I’m not sure,
I lead a wonderful life!

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 Monicka Sundar. S (Nimosujias)

A budding writer aspiring to drop her tiny spotlight in

the golden sky of literature and dazzle therein as a tiny
star.
She strongly believes that there are “Perspectives” and
that nothing can either be judged or tagged as ‘final’,
‘right’ or ‘wrong’.
She relishes her memory of childhood and feels those
days to be the best of all.
Her inspiration to dive into literature is her mother.
She expects perfection into all endeavours where she
involves herself in.
Her pen name is Nimosujias.
She is also a motivational speaker.

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Daughter’s daddy

As the father in heaven,

A father is to every daughter.
When his wife begets him an angel from heaven,
The smile at a father’s face is wider.

He cares for her the most,

He shields her the more,
He saves for her the most,
He shares his time for her the more.

He educates her the best,

To make her independent.
He guides her the best,
To gain a pride in society of his descendant.

He never lets her down

He plans the best for her,
In the whole of the town,
He seeks the best suitor for her.

Toils all his lifetime,

Planning for your future.
In all your good times,
Care him for his good nature.

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The mystic

It’s the magic of the four letters,

That cast spell on most people.
Some go good with the spell;
Others ruin in it.
Cupid lets his arrow
To hit without mercy.
Some flutter and twitter with dreams;
Other mutter and stammer blaming fate.
Either lost in love
Or learns with love;
Life moves on,
Never forgetting to teach.

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 Minahil iqbal

I want to be a writer

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Lost

Between all evens and odds

In the mid of world’s chaos
I’m standing in front of board
“you are not lost”

In cosmos, the big space

A tiny plannet named “earth” placed
In diminutive country’s small city
In small city’s wrecked road
I’m standing in front of board
Reading…”I’m not lost”

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 Sahyira Roy

Sahyira Roy is a young girl from Kolkata, West Bengal.

She started her journey of writing at the age of 14. Apart
from writing, she’s also in to drawing, dancing and
singing. Her aim is to share her thoughts and
experiences through her arts to the whole world.

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Because Dad

You gave my life with my mom

And shielded me with your arm.
Never demanded me to behave
But pampered me with your all.
Whenever I want anything
You gave me that instantly.
Can I ever compare your love with anything?
Do I deserve your protection and pampering?
Sometimes I wonder, why I got you?
What have I done to deserve you?
You’re the ideal father of every child,
Whom children want and try to find.
I always thank God for giving you to me,
Because Dad, your love and care
Are very valuable for me.

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 Anita Rohlan

Anita Rohan (Aradhyapari) was born in the village of

Lachri, Nagaur district, it inspires everyone to live a
positive life, it inspires to live life freely.

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Mom and Dad

Mother is life
So the father gave him the reason to live
Mother has watered her blood for nine months
So how will the father take care of him?
he has planned to write,
let me write a whole book on both of you but my pen
But the ink of my pen is running out in your praise.
If mother woke us up all night and gave us a restful
sleep
So father has sun all day long, it's raining

We have made our future by suffering every moment.

Mother often expresses her pain but it is the father who
remains silent to show my love
Who himself lives in deprivation
But fulfills every wish of his child
I pray this to god
May the love of mother _baba be found in every life
Give poverty of course
But mother _baba must give it.

©Anita Rohlan

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 B.Raji

B.Raji is from samayanallur Madurai. At present she is

pursuing her first year of M.A in English literature. She
loves writing her memoir. Furthermore with her
ingenuity in the version. She has been a co-author.

Peace

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Peace is not available to everyone without letting our
mind relax.
We will try our best to stabilize our mind and wait to find
peace in it.

How refreshing to the mind when hearing a word of

peace.
Whatever we have all we need is peace of mind for
something.
Why if our mind is looking for peace then all the joys
that happened to us in one day will be destroyed by all
the joys of a little suffering.
We are the ones with such a mind. Peace of mind is
essential in a place where we cannot exist without that
peace.

©B Raji

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 Chioma Lilian

Chioma is a Nigerian by nationality but born and bred in

Cameroon…. Born to a family of three, eldest of the
three… She’s currently 20…
Writing poems, stories and singing are her passion.

Dear Dad

I guess you weren’t lucky enough….

All your sacrifices were just not enough

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I look nothing like you
Upon on all the labour for two

How you shoulder the family

Or even how you skip meals for our sake

You’re not just another man

You’re the ultimate man

You are… Dad

Family

The feeling you get when everything is dark

You walk in the light but seems all lights are out
The chills you get from depression
The cloud of sadness hanging over ya head…

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Though bad tides waver….
You smile….

Family…. Wow…
They warm you with good intentions
Sought ya wounds with love
And wipe ya tears with a warm embrace….

Family is the one thing that can never fade ….

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 Manaswini

Nothing much! Just words from a soul! Everyone can

feel, but only some can put feelings on paper, and only
some can understand the feelings that are inked! I hope
I can put my endless feelings on the paper so
successfully, and also hope of some to understand it!

Nature

Hey overlord…
Hey eternal universe….
I wonder how you created….
All of my surroundings….
The trees that sway at me…
Indicating that they listen me… observe me….
The soothing sound of the water flow…..
The messy yet heart touching sound of raindrops on the
window glass of mine….
The sound which wakes me up….
The sound that’s all of birds chipping….
They aren’t less than a master piece of music, trust
me…..
The shiny sunny sky, the cloudy moody sky….

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The rainy pleasant sky, the amazing sunset sky..
Is like even sky has emotions, will cry, will shine, will
flow through mood swings, will end up giving a good
end to other, and sometimes good beginning for others!
Day and night….like family friends….
Day and night…..like born sworn friends….
Stating that light and dark…
Are not different but similar….the fact that…
Too much light is dangerous….
And too much dark is unbearable…..
Stating the balance of life’s existence…
Life needs both light and dark…
Petrichor after rain is best of smells…
Sky after rain is best of views…..
Sound of rain is best to hear…..
Getting lost in self staring trees is best of feel…..
How I thank you for what you gave….
Life wouldn’t be enough for that…
Hope I get another life….
Hope I thank you all of life…for once again….
Hey overlord…
Hey eternal universe….
I wonder how you created….
All of my surroundings….!!

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Love

Hey my beloved one…

Hey my reason to exist…
You’re like the treasured one….
Don’t you ever exit….
Life is short…
But indeed it’s long…when spent with you ….
The moment I saw you…
Just like the pause of the world except us….
The moment my eyes got into yours….
Like the desire of looking into it forever….
Moment when I shoke my hands with yours…
Like the feel of best of feelings…
The talks with you, the stares of each,
Like the heaven just got created on earth for me…
The cuddlings we do, the smile we reciprocate
Like the best way to live…
The love we share…the conserns of each we share
Like the feel what to need more to live…
The promises we share, the responsibilities we share
Like the feel what best can I get other than you
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Don’t worry my love…..
I won’t leave you behind…
How can I live leaving you beehind…
No matter how far I go .. how long will it take to return ..
Trust me Love I will come back
No matter how hard it is….
With you is love so pure, making my soul so so pure
Like a holy book you are, like a holy water you are ..
Making me evolve in you, converting me into a new me…
With you it’s just a feel that….
Oh my love .. I got to experience…
Experience the enternity of love…
In this mortality of life……
All I wish is to hug you as long as I can…
Kiss you as long as I can…
I wish I could die hugging you…
I wish I could sing a song for you in the last breath I
take ..
No words can define my love towards you…
Trust me, I love you more than you love yourself…
I know all I feel is reciprocated…
No insecurity that just stays….
Hey my beloved one…
Hey my reason to exist…
You’re like the treasured one….
Don’t you ever exit….

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 Keerthi Priya M

She’s Keerthi. She is a proud individual from Karnataka.

She has been a compiler and co-author of more than
100 anthologies. Apart she’s interested in photography,
gardening, and art.

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Father

Your one of a kind not found everywhere,

Being very responsible, caring, and supportive at all
times,
Who guides everyone and a teacher found in yourself,
Parental, Knowledgeable, and Confident one,
Daughter’s and Son’s favorite,
Overall A Household Responsible,
Words speechless to express.

“Father- A six letter world but portraying a deep inner

meaning and possessing qualities like responsibility ,
supporting , sacrificing and much more.”

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Gift of Nature

The greatest gift of God is nature,

U may think why?
But have you thought of cherishing a moment with it?
No? Why?
Because I am too busy to admire it,
Cmon it’s a very big world,
With vast different countries,
Filled with waterfalls, rivers, hills, mountains,
What else do we want?
We find everything which seems to be beautiful,
Filled with lots of moments to feel,
And yet are not ready to preserve it, enjoy it, feel it.
What else better gift can we expect more than this?

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 D. Jaya Bharathi

D. Jaya Bharathi is a student pursuing 3rd year

bachelor degree in English Literature. She is basically
a nature lover. She’s so much interested in knowing
much more stuff regarding nature and many more
stuffs.She didn’t choose this department as her passion
but now it made her to be made for it. She have a lot of
dreams to achieve in this fabulous world. She’s a girl
who has a lot of confidence and faith in herself and her
talents. She hope you like her work.
“If you want to be a successful person, first you
believe yourself ”

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Dear Dad

You put your life and time on the line for us,
You’re the most purest person I’ve ever known.
You are the embodiment of my affection
You provide me a lot of joy in my life.

Every second of my life, my heart melts for you;

You are the soul of my existence;
You are the power of my deeds;
You are our family’s dearest king.
My most wonderful and kindest person in the world,
You show me what happiness means in my life,
You’re the only soul who has never left me alone,
You inspire me to tackle my challenges.

You treat me with more tenderness and affection.

You showed me right path in my life
You are the kind of person who cares me deeply
I wish to look after you until the end of my days dear
dad.

©D. JAYA BHARATHI

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 Binod Dawadi

He is Binod Dawadi from Purano Naikap 13,

Kathmandu, Nepal. He has completed his Master’s
Degree from Tribhuvan University in Major English. He
likes to read and write literary forms. He has created
many poems and stories. His hobbies are reading,
writing, singing, watching movies, traveling, gardening,
etc.

He likes pets. He is a creative man he does not spends

his time by doing nothing. He is always helping for the
poor people. He can’t see the troubles and obstacles of
the people. He believes that from the writing and from
the art it is possible to change the knowledge and
perspectives of the people towards any things. He loves
his country Nepal very much. He has known many
cultures of his country as well as foreign countries. He
is always thinking wisely towards any things. He solves
his problems by using his mind. He dreams to be a
great man in his life.
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Mail : vinoddawadi9@gmail.com
What’s APP : 9779860513496
Insta: I don’t use

Dear Dad

I love you so much,

You left in my childhood,
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But I can’t forgot your memories,
Your smiling faces with me,
Your love and cares to me,
You was and will be my hero,

You give your happiness,

For me by loving and,
Caring me so much,
My dad I can’t give you anything,
Besides my words,
My dad you are in my heart.

Love

I search love,
But can’t find,
Adult age is going to finished,
But where is my girl,
I search here and there,

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But I am not successful,
I don’t know why ?
I will enjoy when I will find you,
One day my lover,
We will enjoy in our life with our love.

©® Binod Dawadi
Nepal

Anuja Sawalakhe

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Anuja Sawalakhe has completed her MBA in HR and
Finance. She is passionate to become a motivational
speaker and a writer. She is the Co-author of Adorable
era, 21st century, mystery of musings and many more.
Instagram ID: @your_muser_friend
Email ID: anuja.sweet11@gmail.com

Quotes on Life and Nature:-

• As every season changes, people also change with

time.

• Sometimes it’s okay to not know everything. Have the

patience, let it reveal itself to you when the time is right.

• Everything starts with a leap of faith. To take that “One

Step Forward” stepping into the unknown.

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• Just being surrounded by Mother Earth, it helps in
rejuvenating our soul.

• Nature teaches us the true meaning of time &

patience. It teaches us that no matter how much time
takes, but your hard work always gonna pay off.

© Anuja Sawalakhe

Quotes on Peace:-

• Some dark clouds comes in our life, not to desolate

your peace, but to give alignment in the right direction.

• Stop worrying about people who ain’t willing to give

you any peace

• Don’t be afraid of leaving the toxic connection. Your

mental peace matters.

• Stay low key, enjoy the privilege of peaceful life.

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• Changes in yourself don’t come from outside sources,
it comes from within. Changing yourself becomes your
motto because you want to be at serenity within
yourself.

© Anuja Sawalakhe

Sanskriti

I am Sanskriti. I am a writer by habits and an actor at

heart. I am a nature lover. I consider helping needy
people as my duty. I consider Art as sole Karma.

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To all the Dogs I've Loved Before

To all the dogs I’ve loved before,

You were not like my pets,
I had the strongest connection with you
You all were my soulmates.

To all the pups who played on my lap

You were like my own child,
My heart blooomed out of happiness
Whenever you smiled.

The days when I screamed silently;

My dogs didn’t eat,
The nights I weeped to bed;
My dogs didn’t sleep.

I am sorry to all the stray dogs

I couldn’t provide a shelter,
You treated me as your master
But I was a mere helper.

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I am sorry to all the stranger dogs
I poked without a reason,
Yes you felt to me like my own
I never understood the division.

Your tongues were the best wipes to my tears,

Your fur was the best blanket to my fears.

Your hugs were the best medicine to my wound

I wish to have a similar shroud,
Your paws are imprinted on my heart
Our relationships were deep but too short!

I wanna spend my life with your hand in mine

I know this sounds absurd and new,
But no human can love me the way you do
And I wish I could marry you!

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What an Artist You are!

You toss me carelessly,

You shatter me into pieces,
And then you crush them too
Woe’s intensity increases.

Now the wound is deep

Let me weep,
My tears will heal me
Let me weep.

You come back again

Collect scattered pieces,
With the very touch of yours
My flowing blood ceases.

Playing like a puzzle

You try to fix me again,
Now I’m cleaner than before
Have bathed in tears’ rain.

You make a new portrait

Everytime you fix me,
You gain a stronger me
Everytime you risk me.

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Tossing makes me careful
Shattering strengthens too,
Collecting instills optimism
Fixing gives me new hue.

I am stronger, shinier, whiter, brighter

And proudly holding all scars,
You’ve gradually made me a star
What an artist you are!

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 Onyenelue Victoria

A poet// A freelancer// content writer // entrepreneur

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Dear Dad

Since the day I was small

Till the day I became big
Since I began understanding things
Till the day I got my own wings
Your love has never fallen short.

You have been my support

The shoulder I can lean on
I want to hold you tight
Kiss and hug you dad

You’re the best gift

I have ever had around me
I appreciate your efforts
Over me and my siblings.

I admire your smile, strength

Intelligent and beauty.
I love your protective wings over my head
I have a lot to say but am okay
Appreciating the Golden Gift God gave me
I just want to say thank You
Dear Dad

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Dear Dad 2

Come to me my dear dad

My coronary heart yearned in an exasperated space
I’m bored with being with a father that is usually sad
A warrior that smiles is not even aware of his face.
He places up a grin in a loopy manner withinside the
presence of the outlandish with the beautiful
coloration of appeal and care.
My dream dad is social,
A happy giver,
A coronary heart that take care of others earlier than his
You an excessive amount of dad One who cherish his
spouse and kids And deal with his spouse in a manner
so special.
A dad that may climate the storm with a grin on his
face.
One who is aware of that guys go to the kitchen Not a
hungry hyena that does not assist with the dishes
One who is equipped for obligations and his spouse he
listens and kids he take care of A dad who does his
wishes.
A dad that isn’t always myopic With the tentacles of an
octopus he spreads his palms of love ,now no longer
cussed just like the builder of the great however one
whose humility is diagnosed above.
A dad whose mindset is good as candy
A dad who’s a terrific warrior and a hero
A dad who is prepared to combat for his family
A man of Honor,dignity,courage
A man who isn’t always terrified of winning
A man who’s decided and blessed with quite a few
talents.
You choose to be blessed and first-rate as our dear dad.

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 N.Bharathi

Her name is Bharathi from S.Kolathur in Kallakurichi

district tamilnadu.Her educational
Qualification is D.ted, MA (English) Dtp, PGDCA. She is
currently writing Indian civil service examination .Her
extra curricular activities like News Reader,
Cookat, Singer, Photo editor , poeter ,Rangoli drawing
creator .
The first book she wrote was “ Peace in heaven “
beginning her journey as an associate author of books
of English poetry on July 10, 2021. She has written 76
books in 5 months. But till she is completed 80 . she
has participated in 3 national competitions . she won
first and second places in the daily poetry competitions
conducted by Sarvat Sabha. She received over
150+certificates.
She has published the 228-pages tamil poetry book “
Traces of love “ on amazon.
She compiling a book called Mother’s Sacrifices . she
has received the Talent hunt award, indian pride award,

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inspiro award, global literary award, best acheiver
award, invincible persona award for the year 2021.
Recently I am selected for international women icon
award 2021

Father’s sacrifice

Do not be jealous of our rise ...genuine Dad!

The Father's contribution to making
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Our dreams come true is indescribable!
The three-letter poem I see is Dad!
He never failed to show love to his children
Even though he hid
His affection and acted strictly!
For every father
The fact of the matter is that his daughters are just
princesses! That's it….. !
As a companion, mentor, and role model
The father is the one who inspires his children?
He has no faith in reincarnation.
But I say, if there is another birth
I ask you father relationship!

Father’s sacrifices

For the love of the Father

What a net in this world ?
Wonderful dad….. !
Who hides the pain?
Within himself and lives by dedicating
Himself to the happiness of his family!
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 The first hero of every child is his father!
She carries the responsibilities of her family
And dreams of her children’s future.
No matter how many worries?
She is going to forget the whole world
In the single laughter of her children!
Dad is his unparalleled relationship
Who lives a lot of moments?
Hiding affection within himself!
In the love of the Father
All the soaking girls are angels!
Dad is a self-confident man!
Who breaks down for the benefit?
Of his family no matter
How many obstacles come his way?
The father-daughter relationship is
A selfless relationship in this world!
The father is the reincarnation of the mother!

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 Boateng Eric

An educations who has greatest interest in poetry,

creative write and a lover of books.

A reflection of your thought

I know what you’re thinking…

But you’d be wrong,
It sounds like a poem,
But it’s really a song.

You’ll never know how I miss you,

Cause l miss you more each day.
So many feelings stirring inside,
If only l had the courage to say.

You’ll never know how much l need you…

L need you like the air l breathe.
Can’t imagine my life without you,
Your love is the only thing l really need.

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You’ll never know how much l want you…
L want you more than l’ve wanted any other.
Our future is written in the stars,
You’re in my heart, there will never be another.

You’ll never know how much I desire you,

Forgive me but it’s hard to explain.
My feelings for you are so strong…
And I know it’s never gonna change.

You’ll never how much you mean to me,

No one has ever touched me like you do.
I love everything about you girl….
You’ve made all of my dreams come true.

Babe,
You’ll never know how much l love you…
Lt’s something that l can’t put into words,
Please listen when l say…
You’re my path, you’re my way,
Gonna be the man you need and so deserve.

@Boaterics
#TheNightsAreForThePoets
#TheLifeOfAPoet

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Just the way you are

Dear Clementine,
Am happy our heart intertwined
You hold a special place in my heart
And so you’ll forever remain my counterpart

Unconditional love heals ,

Your true love appeals.

Like a flower in my garden,

You are a haven.

I think it’s secret that we are real soulmate

I’m part of you, as you are part of my sedate

I feel you closer to me than me

I feel you love me more than I love me

What’s the secret?

How do you fill my soul with your sweet scent?

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How do you touch my heart with so much tenderness?
Why is my whole world and universe limited to you?
Just you.

And I’m all reborn anew

For you, only you
My endless love.

Ishrat Saboon

Ishrat saboon ,she is from Kashmir , a passionate writer

and a student with classical dreams and vivid wings.she
is a published co-author.she loves to pen her feelings
she is an introvert but her pen makes her extrovert .she
believes that a wise man needs some words again as
life came out to be vibrating.Her desire is to circulate
her feelings , thoughts across the world .Her attempt is
to write and connect with all heart’s.
Her insta id:ishratsaboon11
Email id : ishratsboon@gmail.com

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FATHER (whom I never said goodbye to)

I doubt if it was a normal day

Seeing my mother’s face shrinking with flashbacks
Whispering some harsh touches of life
My heart splits into two

Abbu I miss you intensely

As if I have never before….

Tears dripping continuously

My mind circles questions
Why did death steal away?
I could have saved you?

Drown in the reservoir of memories and thoughts

I feel these hours and gray days

Abbu….
Why are you not here to hold my cry?
Why are you not here to know me deep down inside?

Somewhere in the woods

Sighs disappeared
And
My narrow canal of long silence silenced again

Abbu! Who could ever take your place.

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© Ishrat saboon

Usha Shrivastava

Usha Shrivastava is writer. She is CO-AUTHORS of

many anthologies. You can read her poetry, short
stories and romantic shayri in instagarm @usha2431,
sharechat and telegram channel USHA HINDI .

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Ek pita ka pyar,

Ek pita apne bachcho se bahut pyar krta h,

Unki khushi ke liye apna sab kuch kurban kr deta h,
Ek Jodi kapdo me pura sal nikal deta h,
Pr bachcho ke sapne jarur pura krta h,
Beti ki shadi me apni puri jma punji lga deta h,
Taki beti ko hr khushi mile,
Beti ko koe bhi dukh na ho,
Pita ke dil me pyar ka asim sagar hota hai

Ek pita jaisa koe bhi nhi h,

Ek pita apne bachcho ko ek maa se bhi jayeda pyar krte
h
Bas fark itna h ki wo kahte nhi h

Usha Shrivastava
Follow me on instagarm @usha2431

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 Alkajain Indore

Place of Birth Dhar Madhya Pradesh

Date of Birth 8/10/57
Education B.Sc. Poetry recitation in Doordarshan and All
India Radio, Golden Book of world record holder. I am
also a female comedian. Has been awarded by various
organizations
Video is also available on the net.

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Dear Dad

If there is a father, then the festival is in the courtyard of

the house.
If there is a father, then discipline is in Chobare
If there is a father, then the wicked should stay away
from fear.
If there is a father, then the future is bright for the
children.
If there is a father, then intoxication cannot enter the
atria.
If you are a father, then don't become someone's pawn.
If you are a father, all the joy of traveling, coming and
going
If there is a father, then the insistence must be fulfilled,
otherwise the absence is the absence.
If you are a father, then get the right guidance in Gali
Chobare
If there is a father, then the enemy is afraid of the
house.
If there is a father, then everyone is strong in relatives.
The beauty of the house from the father The pride of the
little ones from the father
Let no depression surround the children who ran away
from their father’s house.
never express love to children
Papa, we know your but our interest, beware of your
world
There is no love like a mother, listen in the world
Time is bad, understand our father.

©Alka Jain Indore

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Catherine Jere

Born on 10 September 2004, home town ntcheu ,a

student at ntcheu secondary school born in a family of
three.

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Love

So far you are

Miles and miles away from the truth
The dance of your tunes insult me
The hot tears in my heart flood my cheeks
No anger lies in you but jelousy strengthen you

Delicious soup can’t compare your sweetness

Nor human being can control your emotions
The flattener of your patience fleds my time
Love is beautiful only in reflection
The pregnancy of memories created are delivered

You live side of warm streams of fresh

The holding side of your living Mares
The an silence of true affection stand weird
Far and far path of love moves so worry to understand
troubles fade in timeless times of search
The life meanded of love is full of brocken heart

( Love cares those who understands and respect it)

© Catherine Jere

Nature ( Speaking nature)

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I am the forest
I cook fresh air
I am the home of love and redemption
I feel your empty side of troubles
I gave what you kill
The bread of your bed is my source
Nameless things live in my heart
The nature in me is strong the plus life you have is in
me

I am the ocean
I contain the world
Every living creature lives by my head
The strength of my shoulders washes your place
I take what I like in time
I have no start and no end
The salt of my water bring grief to your sorrow
You always harm me with no Mercy
In fly right day l shall see for revenge

I am the soil
The living dead sleep in my shoulders
They eat the sweetest part of my troubles
I am the foundation of your body
I am everywhere to your life

All in all we love you

We are the roads of your success
But with no Mercy you kill our beauty
(The best way to prove purity is to love your nature)

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 Uzma

A commerce student living a literature life ,who loves to

read books,novels,poems well the writer name is Uzma
daughter of fayaz ah lone from srinagar (natipora)
studying in 12th standard uzma is in love with her
passion that is writing she is also young urdu poetess
which she is trying to express in an intresting way to
inspire youth around ,Her pen name is “rooh”

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Dear Dad

When I was born

As the corn turns out,
You was full of beans
How will I touch my kean,
Eyes was sore
When I see my core,
You held me in your lap
And tap on my face,
Eyes where in full of joy
Lips was smiling,
You raised me with love
And didn’t keep me short of something,
You took care of me since childhood
And put away from evil eyes,
You made me stand by holding my finger
And taught to walk,
You were always there for me
When I needed you so much,
I’m talking about you dada
No body take your place
You are always my ist hero,
©uzmawrites

To my dad

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You are the first man
Who held me in your palms
You are the first man
Who carried me in your arms
You are the first man
Who gave me a kiss
You are the first one
Who taught me what love is
You are the only man
Who I consider to be idol
Dad, you are and always will be
The man who is most special

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 Aisha Ahmad Abdullahi

Aisha Ahmad Abdullahi aka Eesha_Speaks Aisha, is a

young Nigerian writer who have special interest in
writing books, poems, motivational qoutes and spoken
word. A student of Bsc Mass Communication. Aisha
was born on first may . She has performed many
anthologies and is a member of different platforms
when it comes to dealing with poetry. She belives in
writing because to her “Writing is the only way to
inspired and never be expired in life and even when
you’re no more. Your writing will keep you alive because
your works will always reside in your soul.”

Dear Baba

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Toiling under the scorching sun
With no destination
The only thought in mind
Is striving for your family
To protect and give us a comfortable shelter.

You may not be able to satisfy all our needs

But in your eyes that twinkle like the stars
I see devotion
In your smile
I see love
And in that love
You show compassion.

Dear Baba
One day I may not wake up to your smile
Your love
Your laughter
Or your affection.

But Baba you should always know that

You’re the best person that has ever happened to me in
my life
You’re my hero
For you protect me
You’re my teacher
For you taught me how to serve humanity
You’re my life
For you taught me how to shape it with positivity and
passion
You’re my best friend
Cause you’re the reason behind my attainment
And the inspiration behind my endeavours.

Dear Baba

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You have me much without even knowing it
And I’m always speechless whenever I want to thank
you.

I owe you soo much Baba

You’re my everything
You happen to be the first male I will ever love
wholeheartedly
And even if I would write an anecdote about you
Words won’t be enough
For we share a strong bond

As I scribble the words of gratitude

With the moon as a witness
Throughout the whole earth
Beneath the sun
Under the twinkling star
I hope I will unite with you in Jannah with our beloved
Prophet Muhammad ( SAW ) close to us.

I love you Baba and my heart will always beat for you
for as long as I live on Earth.

Eesha_Speaks

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 Bivin Sunny

He was born as the first child of Mr.Sunny Abraham and

Sophia Sunny in 2001 in Kannur,India
He is one of the members of the Missionary
Congregation of the Blessed Sacrament (MCBS).
Presently he is a Student of Philosophy (Bph) At PIA
and English Literature (Ba) at MG University.
He is aspiring to become a religious priest.
He is a cradle poet.
Mainly he writes in social medias.

Precious Gem

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Your lips draw sunrises
Hugs me every new morning
You stand firm and do not quarrel.
Your eyes light up my sky.
Every moment you blink
A thousand springs of silence
You promise me.
Your every word is sweet to my tongue.
Your timeless beauty is real poetry
You are completely my song.
You have always been my sweetheart.
You are ending the winter
It is your breath.
Is my existence your dream?
How wonderful every day!
I’m just for you.
Does your sky need new colors?
To always make me happy
Why do you not hesitate?
Do you like me so much?
You have a lot of bright colors.
You can put a smile on my face
Only for you.
To accept you as universal
You must widen my little heart day by day.
My eyes are no longer
It will not be a mirror of tears.
This is the evening of my life
Let’s go to the garden.
In the warmest moments of life
I do not know.
You are the sea!
An adventure beyond imagination,
Enchanting beauty and insatiable aroma
Only you own it.

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You are my heaven and my joy.
After spring and autumn
My dreams are blooming in you.
You are the lord of my life.
The source of unsolved mysteries.
The shadows danced briskly
I’m in silence.
You are everything to me!
Now and always everything!

©Bivin Sunny

Thoughts per beat

You are my centre

My Sunshine and weather.
Thick lips together whisper love letters.
I could never forget you
The brightest star in the sky
A beauty like yours so rare for its time
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Moments that heat as we tweet sweet nothings
Each gentle stare and blink
Beneath the nights covering

You see

The sun has always loved the moon and the moon the
sun
Serenading eachother as only a lover does
But of all the tunes and lyrics sung
The melody of your heart
Is a winning one
Am I a dream to you?
For me it’s only you
The centre of my universe
With all its colour and wonder
To always make me happy
And put a smile on your face
Use the brightest colours
As I know your love is brave

And this is how I know such a love can remain , it may

take time …
A little more room each day.
Where there was pain, only seeing will stay .

Like a birthday party in the Gardens, garments for girls

and Men far to hardened ,
The alcohol cheers and calms them so the courting
gets started .

So special and rare each moment and day

Every lass did display a great worth ,

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A unique self , some ladys cursed but that was the
worst
And ofcourse a clutch purse .

Style and elegance are yours my dear , And only yours .

The changing of seasons as I ebb and flow

With feelings and reasons
Only the weather knows.

I just knew that it was you I needed .

This is a line I won’t retreat
But wait to cross
I think crud not enough , make the line fade to dust
But can’t say fair enough ,
Running out of patience
I need your love .

My mind has no bounds of imagination and awe ,

I sail this life with calm and an Oar.

I planted my love on a distant shore

The seeds now bloom
Like never before

A brief encounter with temptation and frustration

A brisk invite left vacant

If that is the dark thank the Lord It was brief ,

The shadow and silence
Fell short on its knees ,

As the sun ascends to its peak , now in the light and all
is alright ,
Your love will grow like large trees

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Enjoy this time
Your love is liberty
With a shadow beneath ,
This journey was challenging but now I see.

Like the two wolfs

There was two in me ,
I had to be whole to handle a love so bold

Cast out my darkness to bathe in your light,

I just can’t forget there
Must be balance in life .

© Bivin Sunny

Bavuyise Sibindlana

Am a South African student doing grade 11 and I’m 16.

I’m a writer , public speaker and a poet, it’s how I
express myself.
Writing is my coping mechanism, it’s a way I have found
to escape reality and it’s what has kept me from falling
into depression a lot of times.

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I some times find inspiration by listening to other
poets because I believe that words are more powerful

One last breath to go

The world against me

Dirty, tired and swollen as I am
It still gives me no room to breathe
I’m an outsider once more
A tired soul with out a home

Don’t bother by decorating my grave

I won’t see it because I’ll be dead any ways
Every heart beat and brick of my home
Now lies scattered on the ground
Every part of warmth is now covered in blood

My home is gone
All my work is lost
My safe and happy place is demolished
All the smiles and laughter I have put in my happy glass
Have broken free and flew away

In this world I no longer feel safe

And I don’t need to be saved
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A part of me is already dead
Found lying on a broken bed covered in cruel words
There is nothing left for me in here
All that I have worked hard for is lost

Just take me back to where I belong

Don’t bother by decorating my grave
I won’t see it because I will be dead any ways.

What will my death be like

I always wonder
What would my death be like?
Would I grow old with my husband
And when I die
I shalll be buried next to him?
Or will I be one of those girls
“MISTAKENLY” killed by their boy friends?

Will some guy in a mask

Grabb me by my hair on my
Way from school
And place A knife on myneck
While pulling my skirts?
Will my husband burry me alive
In our back yard
Because I found him
Cheating with my friend

You know
I sometimes imagine
What my death would be like.
But I thank God that
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I don’t have a
A father who would sell me
To an old man at 17.

Nilofar Farooqui Tauseef

Nilofar Farooqui Tauseef, born and brought up from

Bihar Sharif, Nalanda but living in Mumbai. She has
completed MCA and MBA. Senior Software Engineer by
profession and writer by passion. She loves penning
down her thoughts, emotions through her writing. For
her “Pen is a sword to bring revolution”. She wants to
make a new changes in life by the motivational quotes
or speeches. You can check her fb and instagram
handled - @writernilofar

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Pitaa Ki Parchhaai

Pitaa ki parchhaai sang chalte gaye,

Kabhi phul to kabhi kaanton pe chalte gaye।

Har kdam pe, pitaa kaa lahu paayaa,

Har jkhm pe , ashk utar aayaa।

Chhaale pde the unke paaun men,

Phir bhi ham khde the chhaanv men।

Tapti jmin bhi bebsi pe roti rahi,

Chhote-chhote kankar jab chubhoti rahi।

Himmat aur hauslon sang bdhte gaye,

Jahaan daud n saken vahaan chalte rahe।

Aakhir kaar thak kar main so gayaa,

Pitaa ke aashiyaan men kho gayaa।

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Shanti ka Prakash

Prakriati shaanti kaa prtik, jismen maanav kaa vaas।

Phull kusumit lagti dharti, jagamgaataa aakaash।
Man ki shuddhi karne hetu, shaanti man kaa nivaas,
Jivan ko prkaashamay banaane, dhundho shaanti kaa
prkaash।

Dipak kare ujyaaraa jagat, svany paaa andhkaar,

Mamtaa ke aanchal men chhupi shaanti, kartaa jaa
uddhaar।
Saans ke taar se judaa jivan, chal prakriati ki or,
Man kaa dip jalaakar dekh, svany ke andar chamatkaar।

Buddh, raam, muhammad, jisas, naanak se le tu jyaan,

Andhkaar jivan men prkaash laane kaa hai praavdhaan,
Sharir ko mitnaa hai ek din, n kar eskaa lobh,
Aatmaa ko karm se sajaanaa, man kaa samaadhaan।

Divy jyot ho prkaashit, man se karo yog,

Jhuthi moh maayaa ke chakkar men n lagaao rog,
Dhyaan lagaakar aasann par, baithe jo niraadhaar,
Shaanti kaa prkaash mile jivan men yahi hai sanyog।

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 Prince Williams

His a young poet that has written two books.

His from Nigeria, ondo State to be specific.

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Sad(MELANCHOLY)

I was happy but snappy turned sad

My hallow interest get depressed
Looking for light
But sees darkness

Her words abrogate my heart

Like a broken glass
I recall the promises
That where never fulfilled

NATURE

Her choice are not mine

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My years are like her night
Her decision heartbreaking
And no hope of making
Why the cruel nature
That gives me torture
Drops me in path
That leads to question
Tries to figure it out
But gets no answer

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 Kashish Kumari

She is kashish.wants to become a journalist. She is the

daughter of uday prasad verma and she thought only
the forever relationship who is always with you in your
up and down is only with your parents.she believes one
day she will make her parents proud and in society they
will proudly say that she is their daughter.she loves to
write and admin of the page
@mere_alfaaz_zindagi_ke.her many books published
and she is the published author under ISBN and want to
become more famous and want more fame..

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You are my life

The day When I weep,you are the one who make me

smile
The day When I fall,you are the one who make me
bring up
The day when I feel hurt, you are the one who weep by
his heart
The day when mom shouts,you are the one who hug me
tight
I’m not only your daughter but your son, by saying you
always fight
Everyone says”I’m a stubborn girl” how can I not be?
Dad said me always right
The things what I should my hands on, that everything
becomes mine,
I’m my dad’s queen mom always says and make me
shine
When society said, you’re a girl,stay home,
Dad, you’re the one who supports and said little
princess come up
I’m not weak, you taught me that I should walk with the
world,you taught me the meaning of love
I remember everything,that how you helped me in every
phase of my life
You make my heart always shine
I will make all your dreams true
I will surely make the day come when you proudly say
that”I’m your daughter”
That’s how I’ll make a name for myself in the world…

© Kashish Kumari

When I leave

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Dad, when this daughter of yours will grow up
What should you do?when she leave
When you bring me in doli by all your heart
What should you do? When your daughter become
Alienate
When house become silent
What should you do?when you remember me
How can you hide your tears?when someone put
mehendi on my hand
When you give me to another hand,
What should you do?when you are compelled to leave
me
The day when I leave,other day, I will come by taking
permission
The place where all my childhood spent,I will become
guest for this
How can I do this cruel ritual?
How can I leave without my father?
I can’t control my tears after writing this
Tell me dad,how can you live?when I leave…

© Kashish Kumari

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