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Yashashvi Sep 2020
You ask me what's so difficult
   to write about her,everything about
                 her is undepictable

it's hard to portray,her sparkling eyes when she talks,how her foot steps sounds when she walks ,how her smile draws a line on the cheeks,how her hair blows in the wind,how her each word makes impact on mind.It's hard to narrate,how her every flaw seems to be perfect,how her smell can make me refreshing,I never smelt that
anywhere,how her little hands works effectively.She's an non narrative poetry,a bacteria I'm not worried to carry forever withal she is complex happy virus.I don't need sleeping pills as long as she sings that lullaby to me
           
            Coming out of her womb
                 is my greatest glee

MOOOMMY, YOU'RE MY SUPERSTAR ,      
                 love you 💜🖤❤️
to every beautiful mom out there, you are indescribable
Yashashvi Sep 2020
When did u meet her?

I don't remember the month nor date neither the year

How did it start ?

It was when I was twelve with her smile.

How long it lasted?

It never ended ,began with smile continued to talks of chaotic drama filled with laughter  of adults fighting with eachother for silly reason soon apologizing ,its never gonna end it will last until I die


Friendship doesn't breakdown
        that easily, trust in eachother
                                         in  difficulties
how many of you have childhood friends still now? and would be with you in future too
Yashashvi Sep 2020
everyday I walk down the streets
I find plants yielding pretty flowers
most days I find trampled flowers
laying on the road still worthy enough to praise
do you ask me what interesting in it,
first answer me ,
do you pity the one laying on road
or the one accompanied by peduncle?
everyone glorify the stem with flower
even though it do die as sun sets down
shall I say you one verity
and the thing people don't heed
they don't adore the plant producing flowers
the sad thing is they don't notify
that the plant can still produces more beautiful flowers tomorrow


if you compare this with life it's so similar
people don't see or pity your catastrpohes, reverses
they just admire your adroitness
cherish you when you bloom as beautiful as  flower
so just like the plant surprise them with your capacity
don't worry about the trampled flowers
sometimes your flaws are prettiest too
you should let them down
but remember even if it's a trampled flower or nourished flower
both of them dies at end of the day
so hope for refreshing start and give the best you can.
does anyone see the worth of the trampled flowers?
and embrace the ability of the plant to give flowers?
one more thing if you ingore the second verse and just consider the first one
there's something in it , I don't know how people reflect on it but yes
I hope for new understandings
Yashashvi Sep 2020
We celebrate when the sky cries
regardless envy sun as it shines
We love when the oceans waves
besides hate when it's wild of pain
We go crazy of animals
hardly wants a jungle to live by
We need fresh air
yet don't want a tree in
We urge for more
even so doing nothing with the world
We want nature indeed
We want nature to feel
And leave when it heals
but why? Why humans?
Is it to show that you are mean ?
I scare the god must be shameful
of his creation.
I don't say to protect the environment at least don't destroy ,
and to all those who safeguard the nature , you are the best , thanks for the care
Yashashvi Sep 2020
teachers come and go
but very so often one comes along
that you'll always remember
one who makes learning an adventure
the kind who can make you the best
someone you can relay on
who really cares ; what happens to you
not just as a student but has child
who could give out love in all directions
so that you don't faint when you're homesick
inspire you and shape the best version of you
teach you the words that heals wounds
today I'm here because of you
it's you who made me believe that I can alone make it sense
that is you, taught me to smile in hardships
thank you for your presence
god must be grateful for creating you
and I feel the luckiest to be your student
you have me and I need you as guide ;
no matter what I have you at loss of words
you're the polestar for the child who lost his way
and I know this polestar takes him in right direction
(ma'am forgive me if I have any grammatical mistakes ;
this child is not perfect yet
the only one that understood me in school
Yashashvi Sep 2020
a firefly curious of exploited sphere
set free, wish to wander alone
still and all it's the world
trapped it by hands
it's glow is so tiny
however people won't let it out
until it suffer to death
a firefly jinxed by fate
for it's gleam
I wish the society would change
and doesn't suppress anyone because they are beautiful, talented  so so
especially girls even though
they have got freedom by family
society never changes
everyday there are some millions girls
who loose their life's
as an account on being a human
I wish to  give aware to protect a women
and let her enjoy the liberty she allowed to have
never ever hurt peoplewith words like thrones
they cut deeper than knife
Yashashvi Sep 2020
sextilis made it beautiful
leaves lost it colours ,turned pale
;falling down to earth
fall streamed as yesterday flew
the oak tree in the midst of winter
is not in leaf; standing strong fathomless
"pretty" verily pretty standing alone
ceasing growth until spring
hares are almost all white like six sided snowflakes
I wished I can also hibernate
passing winter in a near-sleep state
unwilling sky called me with
thundersnow
I thought my ears playing tricks on me
nae, it's the real thunderstrom of snow
I'm, be lost of words not because of snow
because of the colorful creature wandering
playing around my glasses in sleet
I thought everyone hates cold
but this butterfly as a hope remained back
when all it's friend left for warmth
like how the little water adds up to snow
I'm staying here with snowmen far away
I'm not the winter earth which is closest to sun
I started to appreciate cold of winter ; of people
the oak tree with empty branches
the hare which changed it's colour
the moist air of  fluffy snow
the lost butterfly , the thunders and I
are all temporary
are all alone but still at there place hoping for new start and warm
I wish till then I enjoy the winter
and love the winter as well as next year.
I'm looking forward for winter
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