Nidhi Rajesh Kumari
Biography of Nidhi Rajesh Kumari
Nidhi Rajesh Kumari, better known as Nidhi Kumari was born on October 23,1996 in a small town called Gaya in Bihar, India to Mr. and Mrs. Rajesh Kumar. She completed her elementary education from Kirk View Kindergarten, Gaya and joined Nazareth Academy for school education. She is currently studying in the 9th grade of Nazareth. Nidhi loves composing poems in English and is very fond of reading too. She is an excellent student as well as the School Vice Leader. She aspires to become an engineer in the future after clearing IIT with credit.
Nidhi Rajesh Kumari Poems
Fear Of The Dark
Everything in this world comes to leave However huge a trouble its departure may give Even the sunlight disappears in the clouds And so do many people, in the crowds.
Telling The Truth
Every minute of our lives, we face a question They say, its important that we answer it And we begin looking for a perfect reply No matter how false or unsuited for us it is.
I Am Me
I sing in the bathrooms and at nights. I am quite moody and cause silly fights. I love painting, poems and talking on the phone. I hate show off and being at home, alone.
The eyes that guide me, The hands that hold me, The words that support me, They are yours I know!
In The Night
The stars above me, why do they shine so bright? When deep within me, there's not a bit of light. Each tear dropp that rolls from my eye, Makes my soul a little more dry.
An Ordinary Heartbreak
I asked him what was the right thing to do, To love him still or start anew, He turned his back and went away I knew he wouldn't, yet wished he'd stay.
Everytime you stood by my side I was convinced of your care Every while you looked into my eyes I knew you'd always be there.
An Empty Heart
I wonder what God had been thinking When he made me and my fate Perhaps, of a past disaster Or his stationery bills' due date.
When someone leaves you alone And you have no place to go That's the loneliness I talk of When you feel unbearably low.
Melody Of A Crying Soul
Singing, am I singing? Or is this the cry of my soul? Just a flashback of yesterdays Digs in me, a deep hole.
They say that good times aren't meant for retrospection But, I believe they are the best to look back When you can sit by a riverside and think What is it that those past days lacked.
Dear Martin, I hold this pen To tell you something from the inside Something buried deep within me Ready to hit my lips like the high tide.
Keeping A Promise
I told him I could give up my speech just for a minute's talk. I told him I could catch a wheel chair after an hour long walk. He turned to me and tried to reason out That our being together was blissful, no doubt.
Everything So Little
Little thoughts bring huge smiles Little talks can take a million whiles Little drops make a whole sea Little prayers can heal miraculously.
Telling The Truth
Every minute of our lives, we face a question
They say, its important that we answer it
And we begin looking for a perfect reply
No matter how false or unsuited for us it is.
A casual answer, though it is the truth
We believe causes disregard to our personality
But, how will any of us feel proud
Of qualities that never were or will be reality?