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NITYA MORE


My Poems


I wrote them once, I wrote them twice
Now I always write them and everything goes nice.

Its my hobby, its my passion, its my skill
The best part is they are never against my will.

I feel happy when one is done
You see it is always fun
They don't make me a recluse though
I love them so.

They make me prudent,
And give me a proud moment.

My mom is so supportive,
And always make me creative.

My poems are biggest support
but after my mom, dad and bro
and I love them too so.

Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 13, 2012

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