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62 · Feb 2020
Hate.
Harshitha Girish Feb 2020
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I feel like ripping my intestines
when I see you.
Do you have someone in your life who you absolutely hate? Like if they enter the room "Well, guess I'll have to **** you mate!".
61 · Jan 2020
Her.
Harshitha Girish Jan 2020
When he threw down her crown
           And made her cry, she gave it one day.
The next day she wiped her tears,
Never cried
And fixed her crown back on her head.
Even after he came back, claiming what he had done was wrong, she did not budge. She was a queen in her own ways, and when she didn't give in, her crown never came down.
61 · Feb 2020
Stars.
Harshitha Girish Feb 2020
She didn't get her children the stars they asked for.
She educated them and made them fly to the constellations
They always dreamed of.
My mother is an angel. She never gave us all we asked for. She made us work for it. As a result, my sibling and I always work for something. Today, we realise our mother's words are true, and nothing in life comes easy.
You have to earn rewards.
A tribute to my mother, who works hard for me everyday....
60 · Feb 2020
Milk-Foam Mustaches.
Harshitha Girish Feb 2020
I wish we could go back to
the naïve age where
we would drink milk,
leave the Milk-Foam Mustaches,
and laugh ourselves silly.
Is it just me, or did everyone else drink their milk just to have a white mustache?! Oh, those were the days...
58 · Jan 2020
Baby.
Harshitha Girish Jan 2020
As she held her in her womb
      She felt her little princess kick.
And she couldn't help but wonder
      What troubled her little chic?
56 · Feb 2020
Records.
Harshitha Girish Feb 2020
She was like an Elvis Presley record.
Slow.
Charismatic.
Blissfully beautiful.
Like a ray of sunlight within his dark heart.
She was the record,
constantly running in his veins.
A record
He would never stop.
55 · Jan 2020
Happy.
Harshitha Girish Jan 2020
Be happy,
Not because you're forced to be,
Because you're made to be.
#positive  #happy
52 · Feb 2020
Wounds.
Harshitha Girish Feb 2020
Sometimes
Some wounds
Cut so deep
That even hydrogen peroxide
Proves to be ineffective.
#pain #wounds #blood
43 · Jan 2020
Her soul.
Harshitha Girish Jan 2020
She looked at the tornado of problems
                   Swooping around, destroying everything in its way

She couldn't help but chuckle
Showing her dimples so deep
                    As she tied her hair up
And winked at the trouble.
#trouble
Harshitha Girish Feb 2020
Add three cups of Brilliance,
and three cups of Knowledge.
Mix two cups of Conceptual Information
And stir like a porridge.
That makes an average teacher.

Great teachers
Have a sprinkle of sparkling presence,
A bag full of passion to teach
A jug of compassion and love to students
The ability to help them face fears
Accept weaknesses
And harness strengths.

Great teachers, in short, are just like parents.
All through this year, my life has been an absolute rollercoaster. With the help of my amazing parents and the help of the greatest teacher, Lawrence Sir, I was able to come out of it. The dedication he has is unfathomable. Everyday however tired he is, he has a smile and a sparkle to teach. He has wiped my tears and mended my ways.
No poem can match the presence of him in my life, and I am so grateful for that.
I am what I am because of him and my family whose support is a blessing.
May everyone be blessed with a Lawrence Sir in their lives.
Because he is a fine teacher and a brilliant man.
40 · Jan 2020
She.
Harshitha Girish Jan 2020
Her hair was like the clouds
     Unkept and curly
Her eyes were like a dream.
Her smile was the type anyone would fall for
            With dimples so deep

Her attitude was kinda sassy
       She put people off
But she was just this kind
         Which everyone adored.

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