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Lipakshi Anil Dalvi X-B
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The
Green Quilt
These
trees entangled with each
other,
They are
so tall and strong.
Those
mountains covered by a Green quilt
And the
shade of Green spread all over.
When we
approached the apex of the ghat,
The clouds came down only to meet me.
The huge
Sun is shining brightly,
While
settin’ between the valley.
The Sun
rays dancing through the trees,
Though
covered, they still find a way.
Like golden dust and silver stars falling
from the skies!
Gave me ‘peace' and ‘anxiety' was taken
away.
The
mesmerising company of nature enchanted me,
I wonder
how creative the Creator was,
That He
beautifully designed nature without a single flaw!
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Where
nobody knows my name.
I
want to visit a place,
Where
nobody knows my name
And
in such a case,
There
will be no competition for fame.
If
I find such a colony,
Where
nobody knows my name
I
know I will be lonely
And
have no buddy for playin' a game.
Findin'
a place like this would be a wonder,
Where
nobody knows my name.
I
can do any error and blunder
Coz
neither one can recognise me nor blame!
I
wish to visit such a place,
Where
nobody knows my name
So
I can create any horrible mess
And
wander everywhere without any shame
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A town without me
If there's a town
A town without me,
Will my friends be dancing
And singing without me?
If there's a town
A town without me,
Will someone do stupid blunders,
Just like me ?
If there's a town
A town without me,
Who will eat those cheesy pizzas
And weekly visit the food street?
If there’s a town
A town without me,
With whom will my buddy share secrets ,
Is there anyone who will listen just like
me?
If there's a town
A town without me,
With whom will my mom talk
And shout at my every silly fault?
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BROKEN
SPIRITS
So
many voices in the heart have been clogged
Those
little eyes for nights and nights have sobbed.
Numberless speeches, craving to be free
Those who are caged with a lock
and key.
Those
tired hands trapped under a burden,
Whose
dreams and spirits are broken.
Faded
was the innocence on their face-
Those
immature turned mature, and
Bitterly
missed their childhood days.
Their
smashed spirits tryin' to rise again.
On
the way to liberty
They
should outdare and face pain.
They
shall get freedom from this agony!