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Time has its ways

Time heals any pain

Can even reveal a face

Which may cause the pain

But time has the power

To heal it all away

Can even distinguish

A crook in disguise with a look

Or may it be a mate of a time

That may blind your eye

Hiding the true face

Behind the fake

Leaving even without any trace

Time has its way

To wash it all away

from a place where it came

Time makes its own ways

Making place for hope

As it moves on.

Without any say

Time builds its way

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Happy teacher’s day 💖

Being a teacher is not about all the knowledge
But also to have a heart and a soul to inspire loads
To obtain that abundance and turn it to a source for the minds of every student’s like
A teacher is the one who grooms a child to know their career in its course their life
Every teacher has a different methodology to groom a child
To make them see the abundance in life and in its learnings
No writings can truly express the important role of a teacher
A creation which is a boon in every students life

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Miracle

I have been waiting for a miracle

A secret it is

A lovely little gift it is

Affair it is only for me

I have been waiting for a miracle

For a long long time

Every breath loosing it

Every night dreaming it

Every day believing it

Every year missing it

A miracle is all I wish for

With a sway of a wand and a whip -ti-whap-ti-whoop

everything’s back to me

Just like it should have been

All my sorrows, all my thoughts, all in a snap

Gone away, far away

If only it was that simple

But it hits me hard, like a hurricane of emotions

Makes me loose all that was once in my control

A miracle is all that can help

To change what’s now all wrong

make it all right.

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Tri color

The tricolor pride of our nation

Swaying high in the bright sky

Bringing joy and honor in every Indian child

The glorious colors saffron, white and green

Filling every horizon

Making each and everyone smile

As they sing our National Anthem

With proud smiles

That made every eye look high at the sky

Watching our flag free ,dancing

To the wind of the times

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Born free

You clipped my wings

But i have my two feet and a soul

That was born free

That takes me along along a path

Which no one ever had foretold

A path filled with thorns and all hideous things

From a kin called mankind

Yet my mind , a place

Full of hate and a bit of kind

Held me strong despite

Every fall or every wound that made me cry

I stood back up with all my might

Because I was born free

Without my wings

I would still move like the wind

Souring each sky

That my soul could reach

Because i am born free.

YOu clipped my wings but i am born free
You clipped my wings but I am born free
Yayy…. 💯💯
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Locked

Dark aesthetic door photography
Dark Door

Locked inside the walls of your head

Built at a height , higher than any heaven went

A truth hidden, way deep inside you

A secret buried from a world ancient and unknown

An answer to the question you are still to know

All locked behind doors

Which has its keys vanished

A long time ago

Before you even heard a plea through its unfeatured poem

Locked remains those doors without even a claim to call its own

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Song of the Wind

Mellow magic in the air

Vanishing every trace of despair

Enveloping me in Mother’s care

That’s how I felt curled up

Sleeping on my bed

With traces of scents

Holding me faraway

From any drop of worry that came

Was a rhyme , that made me melt in pain

Bringing in all sea and rain

While my heart yet again

Stays all in vain

And as the storm fades

With the magic in the air

I sleep like a baby in the cradle

Listening to the winds

That once sang my name

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Let go

Two hands connected through a thread
Bond

Break my heart

I’m standing strong

Let me go

Cause I’m no harm

Burn my thoughts

Out of your arms

For I am no longer the one you know

Now I wont be begging you anymore

Why don’t you just leave me alone ?

Pulling me here

Pushing me there

Yet I’m the one you stare

No matter you just want to be elsewhere

Just let me go

Why do you have to be so slow

I don’t want to go any low

So I close every door

That leads you to my home

So you know

There’s no me holding you close

Maybe nows the time to finally let go.

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Whispers from the dead💀

Hands shaking, legs trembling,

The soul is slipping out of my grasp.

While holding on to it any longer,

Turns to a tremendous task .

Fears of all kinds,

Playing on my mind.

That the words what truly matter,

Turns into mere whispers,

Heard by the dead in the middle of the night.

All the strengths being sucked out,

Leaving nothing.

Just some bones and flesh.

Can’t hold on any longer,

Afraid to even take some rest.

While letting go is not the option,

Soon I know,

I would only collapse.

Which is replaced by scattered ash.

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