- Heart , emotionally
the "bone" of our humanity .
Some people have made it full of dirt .
Even , in touch of emotion , some hearts
burst & some have been vanished by
stuffing dust . It is mocking that few
people have made it only with lust ,
& hearts have become only a
"heart shell" just . Yes, we have
forgotten the emotion & to
be honest , all are busy
to build their own
nest. "Save the
heart ".
❣

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I am
a tree
to you. You,
sir, would breathe
in my air, feed on fruits,
rest in the shadow, climb
when bored, burn leaves for
warmth, and would embrace me
when they
come to
destroy me.
But, would
take the axe
and cut my
bark, take
me home,
put me on
the roof.
And I, sir,
would provide
you shelter, just in
a hope to dwell in your home forever.

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@Vaanchhit

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And
I have always
been a void stuck
in the abysmal
limbo of life da-
ngling amidst the
desolate darkness
of loneliness and
the virginal white
glimmer of moon
waiting for my
moon to paint
me richly in
his albescent utopic
hue of buoy-
ancy.

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there were
days I behaved
so indeferent to
you and were days
I felt I am not like you
anymore. Then,
I realized me as what
all say, your xerox copy!
When I got tired answering my own children,
I found you were such a wonderful listener!
When I can't control my anger if I'm pranked,
it amazes me how high was your patience level
When I am afraid about my monthly budget
I refer you as an economist to my spouse.
Now, as you are not around, I confess
this, I am still that weak and
confused teen dad, who can't
handle anything without you.
You're my guide, my partner
and the road I want to wander

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•••••
•The role of•
her character mi
ght be different in
different h o m e s, but 'she' is
•the only one who is unique with
•monochromatic colour amidst•
t h e variegated colours. S h e rules...
She r u l e s the existence o f love•
with h e r own identity. Carrying a
child in h e r hand is never a burden for
her. But,the real b u r d e n for her is,de-
nying to• have food from the restless
hand •that carried me f o r long. She
t o o has c h o i c e s. Choices
which m i g h t not be
liked by m e. But. But
if she can sacrifice for
the choices of mine,then
why can't I She is the luc-

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Love is not about holding
hands, its about lifting them when
they are not even in a condition to stand. Love
is not about romantic dates, its about forcing them
lovingly when they did not ate. Love is not about
candle light dinner, its about losing an argue-
-ment even when you are the winner. Love
is not about long drives, its about being
at each other's side even at seventy
five. Love is not about doing make
up to impress them, its about
taking care of them when
the situation is worsen.
Love is not about
you and me
its about
us

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•Putra Vati Bhava•

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