Care Poems
A Mother's Love
by Disha Shree
A heart that has grown infinitely wide, over the years,
One for surprises, each day a multitude of tiny, small things,
In a life so ordinary, she was the one extraordinary,
Only mother could turn the mundane into fascination and love.
She had the kind of selfless and sacrificing love, which said-
"I would die for my child, any time, any place,"
She was the spark that ignited hope in my dark soul,
Heedless to say, she was the star of my black hole.
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Paint me.
by Shweta Lalwani
Paint me ...
Let the colours decide,
what your mind say...
Will you like to change me in any way?
Will you use different pencils,brushes to sketch me?
I mean, Will you take your time,may be a month,a year...
Or will it be completed in just a day?
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World Of Care
by Pijush Biswas
What's life in the world of care
If world doesn't know what you are,
One conjested room gathered
May give all and be any sword
To live life unfearful to others,
But to remain, shown thousand doors,
And in limit none remember
Or you afterall ne'er appear
To see again what's good or bad,
All whom you left, or had all love
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Mother's day poem
by Aryan Bhardwaj
The making of cards, as a child,
by the mind so wild...,
And wishing her on the day she deserves,
well, aren't enough things for a mother's reserve.
( as a child)
The mother's face that we wanted to see,
when the predicament situation came,
"mother required", to set us free...,
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LOVE
by Aakanksha Raj
Love is not just a word. And it is not a collection of some alphabets.
Love is feeling of someone, for something or some person.
It is just like a roller coaster. We should experience in life at once. Because it is a set of though or unseen expression of human being.
Love is like a river. All are flow with the purity.
By Aakanksha Raj.
World Of Care
by Pijush Biswas
What's life in the world of care
If world doesn't know what you are,
One conjested room gathered
May give all and be any sword
To live life unfearful to others,
But to remain, shown thousand doors,
And in limit none remember
Or you afterall ne'er appear
To see again what's good or bad,
All whom you left, or had all love
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En el noche de todas las preguntas, I meet another man's god
by Russ Wilbury
brisk.
Brisk is the way that he speaks
shouts the name of his father (brother?)
the quickness of his step that can't be changed
whether we are all alive and happy
or whether we are all dead and cold;
bitter.
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On Sunshine
by Russ Wilbury
Given to me like the rays of sunshine in his hands
Like golden water dripping through his fingers
Leaving crimson trails across his bone-white skin
I can't hold onto sunshine because it falls through my grip
Like I'm not meant to have it.
It's yours, he says, but it doesn't matter if it's mine.
It's yours, he repeats, and I want to tell him I can feel the weight of his words even as his voice grows softer.
When I look at my hands and I can't tell whose they are
(Crimson and gold scattered across them)
I'll hold onto sunshine if it means that I can keep what is yours.
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LOVE
by Aakanksha Raj
Love is not just a word. And it is not a collection of some alphabets.
Love is feeling of someone, for something or some person.
It is just like a roller coaster. We should experience in life at once. Because it is a set of though or unseen expression of human being.
Love is like a river. All are flow with the purity.
By Aakanksha Raj.
Rambunctious Mind
by A.F. Sh
Sought His help, the One above,
Yet all my faith began to fade.
Closed my eyes, pictured my love,
Yet no one was to me displayed.
Fled to nature, strange was the circle of affairs,
The flowers were wild and clouds beguiled
By the darkness; the rains were of despair,
That cried the bitter naivety of the child—
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