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What do you get to be kind? A tear that never rolls down the cheek; A mouth that does not want to speak ; A soul that loves to stay silent; A smile that is never violent. What do you get to be kind? A heart that cares for all; A voice that is always small; A brain that curse itself each second; A feeling of loneliness in the end. What do you get to be kind? A sorrow full of broken promise; A scared human with trust problems; A person who never gets loyalty; Always an option and not a priority.
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC
What do you get to be kind?
This chill breeze approaching me, Through My window: This as soft as you Kissed me. Your lips so tender and soft, Touched my cheeks and gave a feeling of young sapling on a croft. Loving you across the miles through this night breeze, Sending my feelings to you across the seas. So I let the night take my heart someday, And carry my silent love away.
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
Kiss Hidden in Night Breeze
I would lie in mud— I would take my coat out— I would miss an exam— only to be sure that you didn't get your feet ***** or that you didn't get a cold or that you weren't alone.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:34 AM UTC
Agape
Why does the heart feel empty? There's so much love to give, But none to take. It's empty yet so heavy. How can it be so lifeless, And still ache?
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Heartache
Thank you for making miracles with just a few coins. Thank you for showing us the best image of our father. Thank you for showing us what love can create. Thank you for dimming your own light so that we could shine brighter. Thank you for every hidden tear, so we wouldn’t feel sorrow. Thank you for every silenced scream. Thank you for all your care. Thank you for every sacrifice for our well-being. Thank you, life, for letting me count on you.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
Thank you, Mom
How lucky I feel to live for real, melancholia that is hard to reveal imagine.scribble. gives me chill Live in austerity, an innocuous thrill How lovely I feel to have this pen in my hand you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write? See it in a different point of view Cause you only got one side of me, and nothin's new Shocking to feel a positive charge Unusual sensation in my heart you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write? Don't be surprised with a big invisible spark.
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Apr 18, 2023
Apr 18, 2023 at 8:54 AM UTC
Watch me while I Write
Who gave you the idea That love is all about romance? Love can be towards anybody In this massive planet Whether it be your parents Or grandparents Or siblings Or cousins and relatives Or even friends And apart from these people Love can exist in other forms too Helping an elderly gentleman or lady Cross a busy road full of speeding vehicles? That's love Running a langar to feed the poor and needy? That's love Running an NGO to treat cancer patients As well as rehabilitate them after treatment And engage them in useful work? That's love Cancelling your job interview To take a victim of a road accident to the hospital? That's love Dropping your colleague off at his/her home after work? That's love Standing up to a bully who is picking on a few kids? That's love Feeding chapattis and biscuits to a few cats on the street? That's love Again, who gave you the idea That love is all about romance?
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Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 10:30 AM UTC
Love Isn't All About Romance
It doesn't matter, whether you're weak or stronger. If you're a mother your self no longer matter. Even if you're wounded & broken, you can't surrender. You have to get up, for your dearest son & daughter.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
Mother
To my teacher Mom To my savior Mom To my kind Mom To my trouble shooter Mom To my simple Mom To my generous Mom Wish I were like you Mom!! To the Mom who has been judged for living a simple life. To the Mom who never tried to hurt anyone because she knew how it feels like. To the Mom who thinks herself to be a superwoman and filled our plates with almost all the food from the dishes she had, Keeping a little, what she called a balanced diet. To the Mom who has the innate ability to filter out the demeaning words and rather enjoyed what she cherishes. To the Mom who still believes "Silence is Golden" And did her job religiously with love whatever be the condition. But.... I couldn't be like you Mom and been a little outspoken as I have seen your helplessness for long.... And now..... ....... I wish you were a bit like me Mom!! Bina Mukherjee
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
Tale of my Mom!!
The thirsty cracked grounds Piling up of starved mounds All yearned, their tongues out For the taste of rain, thunderous sound The flowers drooped sadly before this The green grass turned yellow and crisp All their colours were fading away Before you drenched them with torrential rain So beautiful how the clouds meet with the faraway earth, watery greet So self-sacrificing how the skies cry To satiate their lover, the lands dry Thus this reunion happens once more Each other's soul these lovers restore But are joined together only to be torn apart Poor cursed lovers, they're nature's art Ah what selfless love is this! The skies die to give the lands a kiss And though they mayn't be together anymore Their aromas lay intertwined; petrichor
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
Petrichor
She was crying. So he approached to lessen the anguish, her life has notched He exchanged her tears with his cozy smile; to calm down her nerves at least for a while. The language of tears has always appealed him; as to the insects, the sundew's gleam. Innate was this nature of his to weep for the poor, for the women, for the children and for the downtrodden, to be sure. But with hollow chauvinism then, the men ruled the society. And accounted weeping as a sin resulting from inferiority. They disliked the boy and his uncommon ways to heal the sufferer, to their utter dismay. They called the boy and asked him to change his beliefs and ideology or to be ready to estrange. The boy couldn't understand how his actions have been outrageous in their view and thus sentenced as a sin. He stood against them and let the proposal decline. He advocated his logic to those ****** swine. But their ears were concealed to even the rumbling thunder. Intoxicated by masculinity they committed blunder. The men enraged and reached for their knives. They shouted, they cursed and skinned him alive.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
A Sawed-off Tale