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 Apr 2015 Geetha Jayakumar
Kripi
You boys do anything that is perfect But if we do the same
We are characterless
We are mannerless
Yes yes i am watching it clearly
You people watch **** wear anything do flirt share all the ridiculous stuff go to *** parlors that is perfectly fine
But if a girl get ***** or anything else .....her mistake
She was wearing shorts
She was outside home late at night
She gets intimate with his bf he cheats  that girl is characterless
Majority is like this and as a result females are suffering
Here in north it's like that
In south it's like that
West east everywhere it's like that
: Why
: We are society
: We make society
Those who say ya ya it's wrong do wrong privately too
People will flirt will get intimate with anybody but will want a ****** wife
**I am no more happy
I am offended
I am helpless
Today, I am having no sources but I am telling you when I will stand by myself I will not be quiet...
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*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Reply to the dearest Poet Joe Cole's this week challenge:
this poem is based on life how it has become changed in course of time like a rolling stone to a grain.

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(Joe Cole's Challenge)

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Forsythias flower now,
A shock of yellow petals
Matching my Daffodils.
Pure yellow,
Brighter than the sun.
Galaxies of petal-stars
Hanging from spiral arms.
As numerous as a shoal of fish,
Or flock of birds.
Nature stuns us with its numbers.

Winter hangs on
With chilling grip.
But blossoms like these hold promise
Of warmer days.
My crocuses were first:
Defiant spears thrusting into the frosty air.
And now the second wave is here:
Flower after flower,
Bird after bird:
Robins and Blue ****,
Blackbirds and Sparrows.
Pesky gnats are out
As everything awakes
From hibernation.
Yes Spring is here,
Showing us once more
The sheer resilience of Life.

Paul Butters
There is a Forsythia right outside my window...
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