Maanasa Bhaskar Poems

In the hands of a gifted teacher
A classroom is a magical place! ! !
In the hands of a gifted teacher
There's a smile on each child's face.
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I often catch myself constantly wondering how you are, sitting alone with my mind set so far, reminiscing about your smile, voice and touch, damn this life... I'm missing you too much.

Well, It's been great knowing you.. The first time, i met you was... in the train :) ( sitting in the corner..all by myself..wondering how this trip was going to be.. wondering if i'd be able to make friends) well, things seem to change real quick. I made soo many friends... :) :)
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Oh! ! ! you queen of snow
the sky kisses your forehead.
You do not admit that you are old.
You are yound at the midst of day & night,
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Atom, Atom,
they call me,
only me,
they talk about.
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You are my sunshine

My only sunshine
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I better want one more,
Oh! ! ! this is it,
I cannot wear it anymore…
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Words are feathers,
they smile, they frown,
they neglect and
be alone…! ! !
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I was a kid,
that's before 5 years
oh..! ! ! time has passed by,
ever since i was baby,
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is like a sparkling leopard

Growling & hunting through the woods
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