I was under a snowy rug
Thinking of those bygone times,
The lady- gave me a complimentary mug
And the complimentary christmas chimes
Maybe a mark of memory deprive
Or the sight of hasty benign
Unmindful, I continued for a drive
Until came to my place, everything was fine
The bucks sleeping, untouched
In my portable jeans compartment
My tabby was the onlooker, he nudged
"A gain!", I said which I never meant

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A house is bought
A home is made

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The little braver lady asked the men- "Why you guys are smiling at us?"
The first man narrowed his eyes and replied- "You look so pretty! Still instead of competing with your friend, you are sitting here so peacefully. My eyes are burnt!". Eventually the second man jumped in and started chasing the other woman. "Hey! So what if she have good looks? You owe me! I will fulfill all your desires. The only condition is- leave her hand and hold mine!"
The ego and hatred was slowly coming in between. Beauty of the garden had now fallen apart.
Suddenly the third man who was calmly watching the scene, went and sat in the gap formed in between the two women. He slowly whispered- "You both have hearts. So do I. We are so similar. Can I join your company?"
"Hahaha. Everyone has a heart!" Said the women.
"So, we all are similar!"
Somehow, the third man found his way with the women.
Trees spread their arms. Blossoms bloomed. The sky smiled. So Beautiful!
Later the women told me the names of all the men.
"The first man was society. The second man was money. And the third man was love."
"And you?" I almost forgot to ask the ladies their name!
"Humanity"

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भेज तो दिया था
पर पहुंचा नहीं
ब्लॉक जो कर दिया था उन्होंने

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Straight
forwardness
gives
hate

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Poor believes in reservation
Rich believes in corruption
People in between believes in depression

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Telling your
skills infront
of crush





REALITY

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Some fine morning, with the opening of my eyes I will see my beloved sitting beside me and whispering-
"Happy 50th Marriage Anniversary Jaan!"

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उम्मीद पर दुनिया कायम है
तो कोई कैसे कहे सकता है
कि वो वापस नहीं आएगा

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Between exchanging pens and exchanging kisses
We all grew up

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