Biography of simran arora
I AM A STUDENT AND A LEARNER.
I STARTED WRITTING POEM IN CLAAS 5TH AND NOW I AM HERE AT A VERY CRUSHIAL STAGE.I AM NOT SO EXPERT BUT STILL LOVE TO BE KNOWN AS A POET.MY POEMS EXPLAIN MY EMOTIONS AND HUMOUR.READERS NEEDS TO THINK A LOT FOR UNDERSTANDING THE DEPTH OF MY POEMS.I M CONFUSED AND WEEK IN HINDI BUT QUIT GOOD AT A, B, C, D....I LOVE TO DEBATE ON SOCAIL ISSUES AND HUMAN RIGHTS, IN SHORT' fre ma panga lana pasand h'.....i lv to hangout with frnds, plan pranks, do a lot of massti and at last a swet sory to 'Bali ka bakkra'......i try to expres my condition in my poems....u cn find yourself in those.....i m quit a emotnal person, but can worstly explain it.so my poems and my words are the bridge to understand me in bst way i cn....
simran arora's Works:
I AM A LEARNER.SO PLZ BLESS ME THAT I MAY PUBLISH A BOOK BY MY NAME.
simran arora Poems
You Are One
A teacher is one who, Can groom every creation, A teacher is one who, Can enhance every admiration,
For me, my freedom is at the priority, conbination of adjustment, and compromises in majority....
The Hidden Love-Suicide
Suicide is the hidden love for something, someone, It is the last option to skip from any tension, This is the stage without stares, And remind all fares,
I Am A Girl
I, i am a shadow of a tree, a soule of a smile, a proud of a strong heart,
Time And Me
When time was more, we were less, when time declined, we were raised,
A question can make a day, Can inspire u for a better way, Give u sunny smile, And a love included file,
I stud aside the hills, feearing and scaring, loving and dareing, gromed and graced me,
In me a poet lived with in, thinking high and green, smiling even when self is pouring down, loosing the terms, but dreaming the crown.....
If, i would be a bird in the sky, i would rule the heights i deserve, i would rest in the lap of stars, i would resemble every turn......
"I, Me, Mine&Quot; Or &Quot;We, Our...
Think for "we"before"I", smile for "all" before "me", Share as "our" before "mine", Work for "passion" before "earn",
An Incoherent Relation!
An incoherent relation, Can be mending, Only when we show some helping hand, But in reality it starts including insecurity,
When i smile, i smiled along.... But when i cried, i cried alon....
Time Is Money
Time is money,
as sweet a honey,
Time is precious,
Time is delicious,
Without time we are not honoured,
Time teach us to be puntual,
We may reckon in physical or mental,
Time should be our best friend,
Utilising is in our hand,