Rishabh Bidya Poems

It was a beautiful morning,
of a very fine day,
but I couldn't hear a thing,
of what my friends would say!
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There is a charm pulling me,
I'm sure but I can't tell,
Is it my burning desire
or is it your beauty's spell?
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I was asked what would you do
if you'll be richest man on earth
and I thought I won't do a thing
just rest in luxury and mirth.
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What if one fine day,
you know you can fly?
I'll watch you from my terrace,
I'll see you passing by.
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Perhaps time will move on,
She'll be a memory someday.
I've hated trying to forget her,
and she has tried moving away.
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Life seemed to be so good
when we were small,
when someone was always there
every time we would fall.
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I saw towards the horizon
evening's amber sun shone,
and in a corner of the garden
I saw a girl sitting alone.
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A prayer came in my heart
for goodwill to all men.
Thought of a chime provoked me
to begin writing from my pen.
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Forget the days that passed by,
for off has went December.
Let's feast and rejoice,
we've had an year to remember.
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