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The last line of my previous
Poem is the first line of my
Next poem.

'I'm free, free from
Emotional disturbance.'

I'm free, free from
Being what I'm not
Meant to be.

I'm free, free from
Trying to be with who
I'm not meant to be with.

I'm free, free from
Anyone and anything
That alter with my emotions.

I'm free, free from
Emotional commotion.

Be free,
Be free.

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#NAPOWRIMO
Day 13

आज फिर एक बार मौत का पैगाम आया है
इश्क में हारे हुए हजारों लोग सामने आया है

उसने हमारे जिस्म से ही प्यार किया था
वो जिस्म तो छोड़ गए पर हमारी रूह साथ ले गए

एक बार कहें के तो देखते हम तो तुम्हारे लिए
मे अपने को और अपने सपने दोनो को छोड़ देंते पर वो हमे ही छोड़ गए

आज फिर एक बार मौत का पैगाम आया है
इश्क में हारे हुए हजारों लोग सामने आया है

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"Quarantine, Dad and I"

I used to think that my dad is very unfriendly and strict,
But this quarantine helped me in clearing this misconception.
While sitting in the balcony sharing ideas on a topic, I was amazed to find that our ideas and thoughts never contradict,
And I realized the fact that whenever I had taken my own decisions he had never raised any objection.

Till now I was not at all close to him,not at all friendly,
But this quarantine narrowed the gaps and created a great understanding.
And I soon realized that I got a constant companion unknowingly,
Who always cares and loves me more than anything and without revealing he fulfills all my demandings.

Till now I thought that he never appreciates whatever I do,
But I got emotional when in his phone's gallery I saw the screenshots of my posts and creations.
And again this quarantine makes me realize that he is the best in this blue,
And I love how he takes care of us in this quarantine and equally follows the lockdown and orders of the nation.

I had never said him before how much I love him,
But this quarantine made me express my love for him and I realized that I'm his synonym.
~MANISH MUKHI.

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Dear Rudraa,
It's such a blessing to be your mother!
We don't communicate in words,
But our heartbeats are in sync with each other!
When I'm happy, I see you playful!
When in anger, your brows also frown!
When I fool around, your mischievous eyes shine!
But when you see me in pain,
Why are you too down?
Indeed the umbilical cord wired us
Not just in the womb for food,
But even outside,
To understand each other's mood!
When I'm unwell, your mischief stops,
And yet you make an effort to make me smile!
How have we come so close
To be each other's heartbeat,
In such a short while?

~Nature's Child
©️Kavan Chheda Parekh
13th April 2022

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It would make your life a better place to live when you try to find Happiness in even small , little things.
When you laugh like a crazy,
When you start to feel each n every drop of rain,
When you learn to end the conversation without any question mark,
When you learn to accept your flaws,
When you learn not to expect anything from this Black Hearted World ,
When you turn yourself into a selfless human,
Then it would make your life a better n best place to live.....

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Behind my pretty soul and face
there’s a hidden somber soul
which is hidden from the calamity
And to avoid the unrealistic world
and its people!
Where they pretend to be friendly
but they rely to suck our innocence
And to make us evil being
like ‘em
Alas, I’m devoid of pretending
to be evil
But, I’m just another innocent soul
where the world would admire!

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POEM THAT BEGINS WITH LAST LINE OF LAST POEM

Words laced with sincere action
Is like hope,
Hope that at least someone in this big world actually cares,
Hope that at least words can have meaningful dares,
And hope like that is really dope...

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#A Night Of Love

A night filled with serenity...
holding hands and cuddling,
Savouring your embrace,
all that I need sometimes
to melt away the stress;
A stream of happiness
running throughout my body,
Singing the melodies
of love, knowing
that I am all yours,
and your are mine.

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They weren't locked in the photographs
Our hugs and cuddles
Silly fights and cute chuckles
Yes they weren't!
They weren't frozen in any images
Our late night talks and messages
Walking under streetlight
Gazing at each in the moonlight
Yes they weren't!
They weren't seized in a snap
The Times of my nap in your lap
The Times you gave me a sweet slap
Yes they weren't!
Yet they are the memories without pictures
They are pictureless, yet form the picture in the eyes
Memories without pictures are like those delicacies
Watering the mouth
Even in fantasies!

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