Biography of Areena Arora
I have been doing poetry since the age of nine and by now have written over fifty poems, some of which have been displayed by me online.
Ever since I first read a poem, I have been inspired to simply write on anything everything that pleases me.
I hope to reach great heights with my poems in future.
Recently, I have been added to the Poetry Society of India.
Poetry is my passion, my everything.
Areena Arora's Works:
Regular column of poems in a magazine called The World of Great Faces and two e-books, one on the same site and the other is available on www.i-proclaim.org.
Areena Arora Poems
seeing her child part from her, the mother cried she cried hard
Words shall never describe what a soldier is with a family brave loosing in wars
A Daughtr's Faith
Father prove day is a special day a way to a happy ray Chance by chance our names were called
On this earth Errors each day take birth The desire for more and more Jealousy in every heart’s core.
</>In the midst of the hot May I went out one day all around the town to see who cares for a pretty dawn
A dream I had was weird, was bad was very sad. I saw the world
I found a friend and the friend was you I found a friend so true
I packed my bags and left the house to a DESTINY, that i knew was not easy.
You must never regret for what you did not get It's not yours or the givers fault for anything you missed out in all
Stairs to success are very long on it's way a lot many things may go wrong..... People say the stairs length depends on luck long for some
people call it a lovely bond between people since they are born they say it goes on till they die but here, i want to ask why
Two souls separated long back were brought together as faith did it all. The mother met her child,
A bird mocked at me I didn't know what it was for realized later, was being teased for it isn't just wings
Tearless Eyes Of Mine
I've no tears to cry my eyes have gone pale and dry. What they saw in past was discrimination on things like cast.
The Golden Bird
Our India needed help
golden bird was turning to hell
foreigners were ruling
trading at high rates was a way of fooling
A few came up to fight
for the snatched Indian rights
instead some were vice
as they took the devil's advice
Still there was a lamp, a light