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"aiga" poems
Kabhe toh voh din bhe aiga Jab sab kuch guzar jaiga Jab hum na akhae khole ge Na toh kuch bolege Voh din jald he aiga Us din ka intezaar kabse hai Zindagi mai kuch naya paane ka intezaar kabse hai Voh din jab aiga Har koi saath ** jaiga Roh kar shayad ek he baath bataiga Ke voh mere kitne paas the Ke voh mere kitne khaas the Shayad sabke akho mai aasu honge Shayad sabke yaado me mai Shayad koi roh raha hoga Zindagi mai kuch kho raha hoga Har ek jo merai paas the Aaj voh ek ahsaas hai Jo bhe merai khaas the Voh dil mai merai paas hai Jab tum roh rahe hoge Dukh mai kho rahe hoge Toh tumko dekh kar mai muskuraoge Dil mai chupe gam ko chupaoge Aur ek he baath kah kar jaoge YEH WAQT BHE JALD HE GUZAR JAIGA
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
Akhiri waqt
Mi maestra es espectacular. Aprendio espanol por mi porque no la iva entender ni ella ami.Para mi a sido muy dificil aver aprendido ingles.Y ella es todo lo contrario.Imaginense si o no es dificil aprender ingles y saber spanol al mismo tiempo y lo se porque yo estoy sufriendo eso. Miento cual sufrir para mi es lo mejor que me aiga pasado en mi vida. Por eso aprecio tanto a mi maestra porque es la mejor en el mundo. GRACIAS POR SER LA MEJOR MAESTRA DEL MUNDO. (:
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
MI MAESTRA por:Ana bella cavazos
I met death tonight  he sat down by my side  we watch and prayed, in silent, mourn  over my father as he lied  Bells and voices barely heard  over the oxygen... silent breaths  I wondered to myself, alone  would he take his final rest  Hours passed in retrospect  I remembered through my life  a violent man, he lived in rage  a hard life so filled with strife  He laid there, life, still hanging on  as the fates met, rolled the dice  I would not know what they had read  but the room was cold as ice  Death turned his head and looked at me  said that all would be forgiven  but before Dad left this worldly coil  I'd have to release my hate, so driven  No matter what this man had done  I was his blood, his bone, his "Sire"  what kept him here was guilt, unsaid  and my heart so hard, on fire  As tears ran down my face and cheeks  I saw a light upon Dad's head  I swear I saw an angel's hand  ...my heart filled full of dread  I looked upon the angel's eyes  I cried from my soul, so deep  I begged him for another chance  another day for Him, to keep  I spoke out loud, so my dad could hear  that I understood his pain, his torment  not a man of words, so proud, he was  tread a path so dark, abhorrent  It's then I saw in my father's eyes  as he looked deep in my soul  I felt his grief, his embarrassment  how he had lived his life so bold  Time stood still as we conversed  although not a word was said  then Death ahem'd, and said farewell  I could watch (And wait), in lieu, his stead  All through the night I prayed alone  that we both could have one more chance  to mend our broken "Aiga"  rebuild our familial anse  Before I knew... the morn had broke  the **** had crowed the day  we had missed his final slumber  but for long I could not say  I stood up tall and leaned his way  and kissed him upon his cheek the hate had left us both... the same  so spent we could not weep  An Awakening © 12/07/2017 Roberto Carlos
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
The last goodbye
I met death tonight  he sat down by my side  we watch and prayed, in silent, mourn  over my father as he lied  Bells and voices barely heard  over the oxygen... silent breaths  I wondered to myself, alone  would he take his final rest  Hours passed in retrospect  I remembered through my life  a violent man, he lived in rage  a hard life so filled with strife  He laid there, life, still hanging on  as the fates met, rolled the dice  I would not know what they had read  but the room was cold as ice  Death turned his head and looked at me  said that all would be forgiven  but before Dad left this worldly coil  I'd have to release my hate, so driven  No matter what this man had done  I was his blood, his bone, his "Sire"  what kept him here was guilt, unsaid  and my heart so hard, on fire  As tears ran down my face and cheeks  I saw a light upon Dad's head  I swear I saw an angel's hand  ...my heart filled full of dread  I looked upon the angel's eyes  I cried from my soul, so deep  I begged him for another chance  another day for Him, to keep  I spoke out loud, so my dad could hear  that I understood his pain, his torment  not a man of words, so proud, he was  tread a path so dark, abhorrent  It's then I saw in my father's eyes  as he looked deep in my soul  I felt his grief, his embarrassment  how he had lived his life so bold  Time stood still as we conversed  although not a word was said  then Death ahem'd, and said farewell  I could watch (And wait), in lieu, his stead  All through the night I prayed alone  that we both could have one more chance  to mend our broken "Aiga"  rebuild our familial anse  Before I knew... the morn had broke  the **** had crowed the day  we had missed his final slumber  but for long I could not say  I stood up tall and leaned his way  and kissed him upon his cheek the hate had left us both... the same  so spent we could not weep  An Awakening © 12/07/2017 Roberto Carlos
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