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The look in a child's eye,
Can make any trial in this life,
Smile.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
In a world plenty of cruelty,
inside and outside our cities,
are living the ones who are constantly being treated like 'nobodies'..

In a lake of pain,
they are drowning..
Under the rain of unluckiness,
they are living..
with nothing concerning humanity,
we are watching..
watching without doing anything..

For how long will they have to suffer?
For how long will we ignore their sorrow?
For how long will we laugh at their fate?
For how long will we let humanity down?
For how long?

Dying after living a life full of fun is something..
Dying after offering to people a simple chance to live a life better than they used to know is everything..
Learn to give..
you will thrive in whatever you do..
-Sharvish
Sometimes it hurts when seeing people in situations we do not want to find ourselves into..
Help them as far as you can,
because we never know..
life is full of surprise..
you may need those people's help tomorrow..
If I could fight him
my friend
would never let you go
My World after you just ends

Times, when we sat under the sky
Chatting for hours
You and me all alone
And little twinkling stars

You took care of me
Every moment, every hour
You kept hiding your pain
Smiling, to cover up the inner war

Memories of us together now haunt me
Why on this earth, you left me
In life ,only few souls are one of kind
No one like you , ever I'll be able to find


Manisha
In memory of my best friend. Devastating phase of my life. You were the one and only one in my life
Classic Poet -- aesthetic beauty of thy shall pass
withered and collapsed over the time
thou shall not remain ever as divine
must leave your crown and be mine

Girl-- I would have been your's
in love , would have touched stars
long had I been searching for a clue failed, as I couldn't get you at all

Classic Poet--golden thy face glows in heart
piercing eyes, like bleaking thunder in sky
don't thy ignore,the volcano inside
thou might repent later and cry

Girl--did something hit you
or you were always like this
bombarding jargons on me
I'll run like a horse away from you and shall always remain free





Manisha
This is a light hearted poem. And I really love the classic upstreet poetry..

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