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In the mirror of cistern
Can see those days of done.
Floats in the mind,
Memories with plenty of advises
Which yet to do some.
Suddenly mirror gets blanked and glistened
With the blessings of prosperity and truth,
While the sun kisses
With his dazzling lips
And wishing a basket of merry days come.
Happy New Yearđđ
Happy New Yearđđ-
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āĻāϤ āĻā§āϰāĻŽāύāĻĒāϰāĻāύāĻž;
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Lights are faded away
Air sounds like chirping,
But someone is waiting
Concealed in an unknown ambiguity
Making amity with secrecy.
Someone is waiting
In this moonlit night
With pressing hunger,
With every inch of eagerness
Taking no rest ,
Till the day comes.-
#Love is #
Oooh! fairy rose
Thou tenacious amour
Always stuck me
With your tiny fishbone .
But always take me close
To thou soul.
Forget everything
To understand these facts
And the pain always pierce
My mind , the only breathing thing
In this terra of stone;
Nepenthe is unknown.
But a unknown fascination
Towards you always rises
Time to time
After the end of
Each and every paradise.
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Travels a long journey
conveying pain, rue and sorrow
To see towards morrow.
Endeavors too much
But it's not succeeded
In its orb.
It again and again
does its essays,
But failed to overcome
Hundreds of emotions and luggage.
Everytime falls,
It flooded with assault and
Too much insult.
Self-disappontment eats
with slowly slowly bites,
But it doesn't crouch.
And go forward steadily
With head-high
To conquer to leap
Over the cruelness and
Rubbish materials
And to join with the sea,
To be called
'River has met with its estuary'
That standing for its bravery.
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ââThe Remaining You ââ
No matter
What you say
What you think
What you feel
About me
And this world.
No matter
What is your name?
Or who you are.
Anybody may know you
Or not.
But the deed
You have done
Or you will
Remain as like as
The murky photos album
of beautiful eighty-nineties .
Everyone wants to be listened
But no-one wants to listen.
No matter
You stay or not,
People obey you or not,
But in absense
The vacancy will be filled
As soon as possible,
As that's all the game of
Human's brain.
But you will remain in
Small province of
Someone's heart đ.
Though you can't expect that
As all we lived in a emotionless orb.
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Glisten like a gold
There's the only oath.
But be frozen
As there's so much cold .
Getting diluted
Except the work actually,
Cause rising of apathy
In between mind eventually.
But the scold of yours
Enthuses us most;
And the starchy uncompromising
Nature turns strictly
Towards our own goals .
You are all alike
The book of custom and
Indomitable advantures
Which gives us the vigour
And vitality
To walk with head high
In the way of entity.-