smriti chhibber Poems

When I close my eyes
And move to fantasy
I see my class with
A sprit of ecstasy
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In the darkness of dawn
And silence of trees
I sit all alone
In this world at peace
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To every heart that beats within
To every mind that yearns to think
To every smile hidden inside
To every friendship that has said goodbye
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To Say Tv Is A Small Thing
But It Can Make You Dance And Sing
If You Watch It Will Put You In Doubt
Is It A Box Or A World There Out
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The World Is Full Of Deep Despair
We Don't Have Time To Stand And Stare
Some Are Busy Spreading Their Threat
Others Are Dripped With Fright & Sweat
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In Storms Strong Trees Get Blown Away
And Even The Big Cars
But Strong And Simple Thing Remains
And It Is The Thing Called Grass
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When I close my eyes and move to fantasy
I see two people having a feeling of ecstasy
I see their face full of glow and gleam
So soft to stop a rushing stream
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Long time ago
Day in day out
A beautiful rag picker
Came everyday to our house
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