simran arora Poems

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.....
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Think for "we"before"I",
smile for "all" before "me",
Share as "our" before "mine",
Work for "passion" before "earn",
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When i smile,
i smiled along....
But when i cried,
i cried alon....
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A heart dies,
move out and flies,
whe it cant express
its love, its pain....
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When i got something,

for me it was just a crazy sting...
Which staired me up for a start,
which made me grow as i a part,
risind from fallen standerds,
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An incoherent relation,
Can be mending,
Only when we show some helping hand,
But in reality it starts including insecurity,
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A shadow of respect,
a flame of response,
a desire of destination,
a bridge of dreams,
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One single silence,
Can hammer every beat of our heart,
It would be the reason for every impediment,
It works like an active musket,
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