Language Festival 2018

#childhood

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Li'l ant Pepson lived in a box.
A small box.
Li'l ant Pepson
had kind ant parents.

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Li'l ant Pepson lived in a box. A small box. Li'l ant Pepson had kind ant parents. The box was big enough for the li'l ant family. Li'l ant Pepson had little ant limbs. He walked little lengths. Little by little, time went by. A kind ant parent was ever-present in the li'l ant prison. Kind ant parents were never li'l ant friends. Kind ant parents had borne the unkind ant life, which li'l ant Pepson never learnt. Once, kind ant parents had stressed ant-looks. Li'l ant Pepson, with tattered ant limbs. Found at big man Jackson's cake shop. Li'l ant Pepson, with little cake pieces lay smiling, with big ant pride. //Pepson// #yqbaba #yopowrimo #childhood #parenthood #bringingup #pain #pride #maturity

8 HOURS AGO

"Small wonder" was my favourite 
That robotic girl..!!
How amazingly she help others..!

Rewinding CHILDHOOD with TV serials, advertisements and movies... OPEN COLLAB FOR ALL....who had an attachment with TV programmes in their young age...😊 ...and "shaka laka boom boom" was a hindi tv series in our young age..that revolved around a magical pencil with superpowers..😎 ...many children bought this pencil...but they weren't magical😂 😂 #yqbaba #vbthinks #childhood #tv #yq #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Vishwas bhat

10 HOURS AGO

I am no good, for a man,
From young and old both, I only ran,

Their face reminds me of the ruthless monster,
That notched my flesh, like I was a roadside wrapper,

Very few managed to stand out and be different,
Stuck at my body, all else were stagnant,

For crushing a  bud, for my pensive state of mind,
A few were responsible, rest tried their best to reconcile,

What was done and what I am left with,
A mere brush of hand is enough to trigger my anguish,

How to hold a lover and not see the charred parts,
I am having tough time, hiding my scars,

One moment, I crave for love, try to reach,
Faking a laugh louder than my screech,

Tell my man, to look away and give up on me,
Let my shredded soul linger, don't let him see,

He will be hurt beyond repair, stepping on my morass,
His fingers will fall short counting the wounds in my stash!

I am no good, for a man, From young and old both, I only ran, Their face reminds me of the ruthless monster, That notched my flesh, like I was a roadside wrapper, Very few managed to stand out and be different, Stuck at my body, all else were stagnant, For crushing a  bud, for my pensive state of mind, A few were responsible, rest tried their best to reconcile, What was done and what I am left with, A mere brush of hand is enough to trigger my anguish, How to hold a lover and not see the charred parts, I am having tough time, hiding my scars, One moment, I crave for love, try to reach, Faking a laugh louder than my screech, Tell my man, to look away and give up on me, Let my shredded soul linger, don't let him see, He will be hurt beyond repair, stepping on my morass, His fingers will fall short counting the wounds in my stash! #apmchallenge #couplets #couplet #abr #abrwrites #yqbaba #pain #childhood

11 HOURS AGO