The third in the family of six, from a middleclass family. My family was a great support to me in all my life. they have encouraged me all the way to write and this is one of the best pass times for me.
I thank the loss of my memory
Of those days when I had not a friend
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great moments when we are together
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An Indian farmer is born, lives & dies in debt.
Luck, if any, in the lottery is his only bet.
Loans, he is given by all & sundry.
Against the land that isn’t wet but dry.
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The television they see
the television they hear
But that is what, I fear
will bring the doom near! !
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You have but a life, yet you can live twice.
Gift your organs and live yet again.
Donate your eyes and gift a life with vision
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Memories are bad
Bad memories are worse
Worse than that is the good time memories
Memories that are never forgotten.
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