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All my effort is going into vain,
this endless fail is creating so much pain.
Something inside me want to break this loop,
But I am not yet sure where to put that hook.
Maybe this effort is not in the right direction,
But this is the only way to achieve perfection.
Nobody is perfect, everybody needs to work hard. So one should never afraid of failure and hard work.
YOU
You are the only one, who is the writer(of your book)
rest everyone is a reader!
They can read you, feel you, think you, tell you
but, you are the only one, who knows what are you
real you are buried deep inside that book,
people are reading it, but nobody knows you
Because you are only you, who is born alone and die alone!
The real meaning of being you
Far from money and greed
Miles from hate and jealous
An innocence exists, which is called childhood.
Innocence
  Mar 2019 Shubham Kamlapuri
Traveler
I just sat there
Staring out the window
Her words like blowing rain
I close my mind a little tighter
But her words blow through me
Just the same

Trees cushioned in quilts of snow
Life has been frozen before, you know
But in the comfort of our loft
Our sheets are warm
Her covers soft

Seasons change like minds unmade
And snow can fall as deep as pain
Change shall come
In a quickening breath
And spring shall arrive
In the time that's set...
Traveler Tim
Mother's eyes on the road
Looking at every face
May be next one would be him

It's been more than a month
He hasn't called, she feels adverse
War is at its peak, so the casualties
News broadcasting the audacity of soldiers
But the mother is both proud and restless

His regiment achieve its target
But still nothing about him
Still trying to recognize the faces

One day a group of soldier arrives
With a rectangular box called a coffin
He fought like a lion, no one dares to touch him
Except for a remote bullet, which hit him,
There which one beat for your mother.

She gave a smile and touched his body
Tears roll down, but she was strong enough
One thought running in her mind,  his son will also become a soldier!

Jai Hind
Soldier's mother life
Teary eyes with heavy heart,
Moving towards a new land
A place where I will be called a refugee
Which is far away from my home
For which my heartbeat forever.

Other's can feel the same
But cannot match the pain
I am the one who is alien
Why this is happening
Greed for money and power
Change my heaven into the fire

Leaving my motherland to other's land,
Do they accept me as their own
I don't know what will happen
But will keep praying, one day I will
be at my motherland
And the tag will become only a word.
It try to describe the pain, dificulty and thinking of a refugee.
When I look at your face,
I forget all the pretty faces.

The one which should be always,
Cannot replace it with another face.

Your beauty lies in your soul,
Which reflects the truth on your face.
Tells about true beauty
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