Meetika Srivastava Poems

Her heart is tender and soft is her core.Yet her spine is made up of steel.
Her hands are tender and soft is her care. Yet in her arms you can soundly sleep.
Your youth might fade and your glory might dim but your mom’s love will never dim and only gets more deeper.
You don’t have to earn it!
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It's that time of the year when mistletoe lay hanging to ward off evils,
Good luck, peace and happiness is ushering in an era of joy!
Go round -merry-go-round, Jesus is coming! ! !
It's that time of the year when the snowflakes feel like a heavenly bliss,
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Adieu to a year gone by, standing on the threshold of another year.
On the other side of the horizon is a fresh New Year.
Fresh New Year has freshness abound.
Fresh is the hope of the life rebound.
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Just keep going.

Just keep giving.
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Life is a journey.....some are running...some walking...some crawling.

Life is worth living if only you feel that way.
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Look beyond imperfections to discover the goodness that lies inside each of us.

Look beyond hardships to reinvent the vigour and zeal that lies inside each of us.
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Ignore not the filth and litter, the crimes and evils of society, but believe in human goodness and richness of the mankind.
Ignore not the bias and prejudices, the demons and dragons of society, but believe in angels and archangels of the benevolent kind.
Ignore not the fears and favours, the faults and frauds of society, but believe in the compassion and empathy of the generous humankind.
Ignore not the hatred and malice, the dogmas and dictates of the society, but believe in the love and kindliness of the mother kind.
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