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Shubham Ghormode Poems
My lovely mother
The silence of my life i fill with my twitterings &the day when i'll grow up mutterings heard-'really he
Gift Of Rakshabandhan
Chidu nako h tai Ek kavita karato tuzyawari, Vividharangi vividhadhangi Tuch mazi aai khari!
Utha marathe jage va, astitva tumche tikvun dhara, shelisarakh jaganyateksha, ekda wagh banun mara.
The True Love
The day when we met sweeter than your smile those am searching for in lost past files!
The first meet
That one flower waving with the wind, playing with the tulips in nights of chill!
miss you with the day miss you with the night miss you with the dark and miss you with the light,
One Denyed Meeting
Once their was a planned meeting, a hard to occur meeting, a much awaited meeting, all ended to a denyed meeting!
My first female friend- - an ant
Mungi tula kay sangu sukhadukhha maza mottha zalay! walwal palpal tuzi pahuni aajkal man ramenasa zalay!
The neet repeaters
We, the neet repeaters, died in our minds, strucked by force, and crushed by grind
Love The Love, Love The Life!
Love is a boomrang i know that now you will get it sure but no matter how!
my friend aamod
Believe me, believe me he is my friend sometimes mad but good-better-best!
The day of a beginner
The day of a beginner has a morning of struggle, the noon of the hope and the night of the rigel!
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My lovely mother
The silence of my life
i fill with my twitterings
&the day when i'll grow up
mutterings heard-'really he
was in tears'.
am searching for the ways
that grandma always says
he is there to serve
everyone, then why to cry and
why to moan?
fighting with myself feels like
whenever i remind u my heart
You are not coward, says a voice
inside, why dont this all stops
though i decide.
every moment she lived with
me is saved in my heart,
The ridings of my village and
trips by cart.