A 2-year-old boy [Poem]
He brightens our house,
He brought joy to our hearts,

He fetches the baby's aura new to the family,
He taught how to live with a child easily,

We laughed a lot, at his cute activities,
We cried with him when he bled without ease,

We travel with him and make him explore the world,
We sleep with him, sharing the space of his thumb sucking hand,

Sometimes he’s our son, sometimes he’s our bro,
Wish you to leap, play, learn, laugh happily to and fro.

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Me and him (Poem)
I have known him since my childhood,
He usually plays hide and seek in the wood.

He was my male friend who looked at me playing with my cousins,
I always call him to play, but he only shows his grin.

When I miss anyone, I’ll complain to that fellow,
He always replies “I’ll never let you down and go”.

Daily we love sharing our thoughts,
But he looks at me lovingly for all my words.

Every dusk he’ll be my company,
One day, I called him to accompany me.

But he disappeared during daylight,
And resisted appearing even at night.

I shed tears for him because he’s my best friend,
In the next few nights, I find him at the end.

People named him ‘Moon’ and mine as Selenophile,
So I’m delighted to peek him over to the ceaseless blue celestial textile.

Now we’re together again but a few million kilometres away,
He has craters, dark shades, different appearances but he’s my ally.

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I and Father (Poem)
When the surgeon hands me over to him,
He’s the happiest man living on the planet,
When my infant voice reaches him,
His attention comes to me without any heat.

When my tiny feet tend to walk on the floor,
His hands grab me and encourage me to try,
When my hands clench the cycle bar,
His presence made me confident without a cry.

When I touch the book to study,
I remember his work on the brown sheet over every notebook,
When I plan to do a higher study,
He provides his lifetime earnings without any look.

When I choose a life partner for my life,
He advises living with belief and trust,
When I seek his support during economic strife,
He helps me with valuable information without a twist.

Not every father is the same,
They may be rude and silent or they may be friendly with a smiling frame.

Some are relevant, some are reluctant,
But every father is special to their children.

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Pure Bliss [Poem]
When the fan clinging to the ceiling rotates,
After a few hours of a power outage at midnight is pure bliss.

When a slight drizzle falls over us,
Riding a bike is pure bliss.

Meeting a best friend inadvertently at a place,
Without any plan is pure bliss.

Playing with a child and making it amuse,
It is a kind of pure bliss.

Watering a little sapling for several days,
And it yields a prettier flower is pure bliss.

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Ee sala cup namdu (Poem)
The day begins not only with hope,
Also with mixed emotions,
Because if the promises are not fulfilled,
The team and fans have to face a lot.

Every year from the beginning of IPL it terms with a cope,
Fans believe one day the team will lift the trophy in the notion,
But for 17 years the promise stands unfulfilled,
But the fan base never changed their slot.

God plans to mark the debut trophy after 18 full years,
Even if the franchise has a world-popular cricketer in it,
Even after that much defeat in playoffs and finals,
Fans are extremely loyal towards their idol.

The victory motivates millions of people for years,
Virat Kohli never gripped his hand with RCB not even a bit,
RCB Franchise has not left his fist unclenched even if he lost finals,
Finally, the night of June 3rd,2025 brought tears to every cricket fan's soul.

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Everything was set, She moved to escalator away from him, Ego silenced him, more than love

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Everything was set, She moved to escalator away from him, Ego silenced him, more than love

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Everything was set, She moved to escalator away from him, Ego silenced him, more than love

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Sky Life (Poem)
Living under a covered ceiling always,
Will never teach you about unending skies.

Being in gleaming city lights,
Will never give you the experience of Azure Brights.

Eyes concentrating on screen time,
Will never provide the beauty of flying birds chime.

Playing lively games on electronic machines,
Will never fetch the excitement of searching cloud patterns.

Poets and Scientists are truly lucky,
Because they can describe and explain the alluring sky.

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Identity (Poem)
It is the one which signifies who we are,
It is known by our activities in public,
Extroverted people are truly outspoken,
Whereas Introverted people are shy to speak.
Ambiverted people can adapt to both qualities.

Society and family influence the kid’s behaviour,
Where superiority and inferiority complex play as heck,
If a guy is brought up in a needy condition,
He may gather a rush without any support to go to the highest peak,
If a guy is born rich, he may get confidence as one of his qualities.

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