It was a time
Which has gone in the past
Hiding from Mom i used to eat lime
My childhood had really gone so fast
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Rain in that desert
Which was very withered
Every one is busy in his gossip
Sand is now in every sand tip
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There is a blind boy
Having no limit of joy
Having no money in his pocket
Name is his methew Pocket
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The world goes on and on
Forgets the moments those gone
Droplets of nectar makes a bee hive
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I am getting the sunlight
From the sun
Which is very bight
However who wants to get shun
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One day my travel was through a farm
I saw a charmer reciting a charm
As i began to ask his charm
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How got thou yield among the heights
And got wealth of human diets
How came thee in a greeny veil
And form There A limy tale
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The merry bells rings
To welcome the springs
The spring welcomes thee
From the nest stealthy free
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One day i was eating a pear
When i saw a bee coming near
I came to home(my nest)
Bee came to me(no rest)
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Thou salt feel thyself meek
Thou salt feel one day freak
One day thee will feel creek
One day deeds will feel creek
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I am in a great sorrow
On the death of my sparrow
Why don't it happen tomorrow
The death struct on my heart a great arrow
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A person who loved canary
John charlie was his name
For so many years he worked at granary
In the world he had nothing except fame
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I saw thee, Crane
In a clean lane
When I was opening my shop
I saw thee once on a house top
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Not I'm a great poet, I'm just poetry loving kid of about 14. I have started writing a little verses from 2011, now ALLHAMDULILLAH I'm with alot. It can be said my hobby or can by said my interest, I love poetry with all the views of my life.)
The Nature 2
The nature's face
Is the humans grace
The nature's hand
Is the human land
The nature's friend
Is the human's trend
The nature is happy
With the greenwood tree
The nature is naughty
When the people are happy
The nature isn't sad
When the people are glad
The nature is best
Either people are in east or west
The nature is like melody
When people works faithfully
The nature never ends
But the poem here ends