Chandini Jaswal

What is wrong with today's lass and lad?
Should they adapt to all the society's fad?

Should they talk with nothing but contempt,
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When words fail to explain
And eyes are tear drained
Get up and rise
Don't welcome the loser sighs
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From the beautiful mythology,
to the Indian ideology,
This is my India and I am proud of her.
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I held thy hand
And far I wanted to go
How sweet is young love
I very well know
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A mother, She is hard to describe,
Cause whatever she does is not bribed.
You can observe her care,
When she cooks your food with her hands bare.
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The strong beam of light,
Making my crust bright,
My beautiful tides,
Giving the surfers sea rides,
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Prison-ed in the four walls of this room,
Waiting for a magical broom.

So that I need not weep,
Or go on sweep.
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I remember the day,
while I was sitting by the bay.

There arrived a van,
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I remember when our class was changed,
How we all raged!

The teacher said,
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Let me tell you a story,
Well, neither does it describe a hero's glory,
Nor does it exemplify how the lions roared,
As to new heights the hero soared.
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It's got nothing to do with fame.

Well I would like my readers to give a thought
Don't you think girls have suffered a lot?
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'Photography',
Can create your very own biography.
Cause it's an art,
Which is quite hard.
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My siblings are funny,
but they are as sweet as honey.

First they show their knuckles,
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My hands trembled
Because my world seemed crumpled
I joined my hands and shouted,
"Your powers I have never doubted;
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Let me tell you a tale,
A story shared by every adult male.

As soon as the salary reaches his pocket,
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I was full of hatred,
Because my goodness with time had faded
But the Almighty bestowed me with an angel.
Her smile and aura had stirred everyone.
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While thou flogged me,
I beseech'd ye:
'Pity pity and forgive,
Pardon me and let me peacefully live'.
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My greatest fear was realised,
When I saw the familiar uncertainty in my little one's eyes,
She hopped from her bus,
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Give me courage lord,
And let not my apprehension,
Turn into fearful anticipation.
In thy grove I vow,
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