→New to the world, high hopes,
No worries 'bout the stupid folks,
Staring the world with petite eyes,
Now grown up, see, time flies.
→Toffees, sweets, ice-cream cone,
Perhaps, it was the gladdest zone,
Making castles, rolling the dice,
Now grown up, see, time flies.
→Everything granted, no endeavour,
Home seemed to be just forever,
First day at school, the eye cries!
Now grown up, see, time flies.
→Rushing for the bus, untied lace,
Those were the happiest days,
Searching for missing socks and ties,
Now grown up, see, time flies.
→Making friends and bunny smiles,
No work load , no paper files,
The first exam, heartbeat amplifies!
Now grown up, see, time flies.
→Joyful was the way to home,
Suffering from the happy syndrome!
The first achievement, that shining prize,
Now grown up, see, time flies.
→Cute bickers but no rivalry,
Some secrets only for the diary,
Overthinking, gazing at skies,
Now grown up, see, time flies.
→Life lessons, not in the classes,
Wounds healed, the time passes,
Fed of betrays and those lies,
Now grown up, see, time flies.
→From a world so calm and compose,
In a competitive world, life throws,
Amidst the falls and the rise,
Now grown up, see, time flies.— % &-
जो लिखा है, उसको छोड़ के सब पढ़ा जाता है पर हिंदी में ऐसा नहीं होता।।
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I have a younger brother,
He is dearest to my mother..
Except him I have no sisters or brothers
He is very different from others..
Tanuj is his name,
For any mistake him I blame..
We love to tease one another
But we can't live without each other...
He looks so so so cute,
And he can never be mute..
Useless talks are in his habits,
With his smile, my life he lits...
He thinks he is always right,
That's the reason behind our fight..
Despite so many fights and argument,
We are each other's complement...
He is my best buddy,
But whenever I ask him to study...
It's the record he always says no,
Anyway, I love my bro...
I don't know whether he is best,
But I know he is very different from rest.
He is not a trodden path walker,
He is like fresh cool flowing water....
He loves to do adventurous things,
Like– others door bell he rings....
Instantly runs away with his heart so bold,
And then I am the one who gets scold.....-
Lying in bed, gazing at fan,
Some thoughts began,
Thinking about life,
Scraping with knife
The unhealed wounds,
Inner voice resounds:
Let it go,
Don't feel low,
Much left to chase,
Just keep your pace.-