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Archana Garg Poem
Oh my precious,
I know that you know, how much I love you and
You know that I know how much you love me.
Then where did you go, my dear?
I’m surprised you didn't have fear.
I know it was the nature’s call,
I know it was your right to fly.
May be you are searching me,
May be you are happy dear,
May be you intended my dear,
May be you flew by chance.
Whatever happened can’t be undone now,
All that I want to tell you now,
Just be brave my child, life’s not easy now,
Hunters are all around, stay alert and be safe, Sweetie.
I wish you get someone to love,
I wish you fly the highest,
I know I’m the sinner, coz I kept you inside.
But I did what I felt best for you.
Forgive me my baby,
Fly high and reach the heights,
And someday if you see me down on earth,
Do not hesitate my dear, do not hesitate.
With love from Mumma
Dated : 8 Dec. 2014
9th place win in contest 'My Wish For You'
Sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
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2nd place win in 'I Love My Pets!' contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo (2016)
*My little bird ( Mitthi meaning sweetie ) flew away on 3rd Dec. 2014. When I got her four and a half years back, she didn't know how to fly or even to hop. We used to jump in front of her and one day she too hopped and the journey continued… She used to follow me from one room to another and she knew that food is in the kitchen .
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Putting a reverse gear,
I'll go back,
Where no religion or
Boundaries, could be listed.
One cared only for dolls.
By: Archana Garg
Dt: 9th January 2015
Total syl. count: 28
For the contest SOMEWHERE sponsored by nette onclaud
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Indian peninsula is not unknown to you,
Not only land its sky is wonderful too.
Diverse in climate and culture and
Indians worship mother - nature.
‘Atithi devo bhav.’ is our code of conduct, this is what scriptures instruct.
My flag – The Tricolour.
Yummy cuisine.
Perfect ecosystem.
Rich religious growth and spirituality.
Incredible beliefs and customs.
Devotion and meditation.
Exotic wildlife and what not.
India has all colors of the rainbow,
Festivals, fun, love and respect have easy flow.
*‘Atithi devo bhav.’ means guest is god.
Dt: 08/04/14
Third place win in a contest sponsored by Kim Merryman
Topic - Tell Me About Where You're From
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He sowed the seeds in time,
Took great care and watered them all.
Nutrient rich soil he provided them
In wind and fall.
Those tiny seeds, with life within them,
They turned into saplings.
Those saplings, then grew a bit more,
Then changed into plants.
Those little plants then,
Bore many pretty buds
And lovely flowers.
Soon those flowers transformed into fruits.
That tree now had very deep roots.
Like an ox of a man, he toiled day and night.
Every one praised his lovely garden.
Fascinated and spellbound he watched his garden,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin.
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Date: 27/01/2016
For A Last Line Prompt - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
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Though "Self praise is no recommendation"
Still I know I'm His best creation.
Now I would like to tell
So let me come out of the shell.
I'm nobody but an eight
Before zero in weight.
Just a little heavy and rolly-polly
Like a ball that is called volley.
Lazy, quiescent and a bit stupid
Actually I'm an innocent cupid.
People call me a fool
and that makes me feel cool.
Meaning of my name is to worship
But that's the thing we can always skip.
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
I'm Archana and my friendship would be a treat.
Dt:30/11/2015
For the contest 'What's in Your Name'
Sponsored by C.T.
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Sometimes she is SWEET n sometimes STRAIGHT.
always PUNCTUAL so NEVER COMES LATE.
sometimes BOASTFUL n sometimes BORING.
her CUTE TALKS make her my BESTEST MATE.
she is SIMPLE, SOBER n KIND.
whatever i say she DOESN'T MIND.
dishonesty is something she HATE.
her NAUGHTINESS makes her MY BESTEST MATE.
she is SILLY but LOYAL n NICE.
CARELESS sometimes, sometimes CARING.
may god bless her with BESTEST FATE.
her TACTFULNESS makes her MY BESTEST MATE.
To Hitaishi
From Mumma
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I had a doll that could close its eyes, “Don’t show it to others.” was a friend’s advice.
Covering notebooks was an important mission; it had to be done before submission.
Extremely delightful and lovely days, never knew that would only be a phase.
Let’s go back in nineteen eighty four, when no tears, only smiles we wore.
Vacations were absolute sensation; leaving station was a real temptation.
Endless world of immature fashion, 'kumkum bindi' was just an addition.
Wearing 'saree' was my passion, who cared for momma’s permission.
No one was allowed break rules, When, we played ‘Schools-schools’.
My favorite game was one leg race, for my pace had some grace.
Pinning a Tricolor was a pride, 'Vande Mataram' we loudly cried.
Playing Cricket was real fun, though companion I had only one.
All of us governed a star or two, aliens! We called them ‘Dru’.
Hopscotch was no big deal; it always gave us an active feel.
'Roohafza' was the coolest drink; I could finish it in a blink.
Fleeing after ringing a bell, then hiding into a nearby shell.
How I wish to make way back then, when I was ten.
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*A bindi, meaning "point, drop or dot " is a red dot worn on the center of the forehead, commonly by Hindu women.
@Saree is a garment consisting of a length of cotton or silk elaborately draped around the body, traditionally worn by women from South Asia.
#Tricolor: The National Flag of India is a horizontal rectangular tricolour of deep saffron, white andIndia green; with the Ashoka Chakra, a 24-spoke wheel, in navy blue at its centre.
**Vande Mataram is the national song of India.
##Rooh Afza is a non-alcoholic concentrated squash. It is still the most popular drink in India.
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Date: 27/01/2016
For the contest: Way Back Then When I Was Ten
Sponsored by: Kelly Deschler
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Where had you been, we were so keen,
To feel your touch, we enjoy you so much.
‘Til ke Laddu’, ‘Pinni and Kachodi’,
‘Gajar ka Halwa’, ‘Garmagaram Pakodi.
Sweaters and shawls, quilts and blankets,
Everybody is packed in socks and jackets.
Cold wind that blow and faces that glow,
Noses turned red, dandruff that spread’.
Resolutions, commitments and preparations,
Dear January, You are full of celebrations.
You bring with you, lots of things to do,
Hello January, we welcome you.
Date - 18/01/14
*Til ke laddu- eatable balls of seasame seed.
*Pinni- Eatable balls made of wheat flour, lots of dry fruits and ghee (melted butter).
*Kachodi and pakori- Two Indian snacks.
*Gajar ka halwa- Carrot pudding.
*Garmagaram- served hot.
{ These things loose their taste if I dare to write them in English--
sorry for the inconvenience caused to my English friends. :( }
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Across the scarlet sunset ,
I see a little sea-bird.
Pretending to be strong ,
Actually its making a feeble cry.
Flapping wings again and again,
Its afraid and not giving a try.
The great sky and the vast sea ,
Are making its throat dry.
Everybody came to boost it up ,
Finally mother came with a fishful cup.
In the name of God ,
The little one jumped.
With eyes closed and heart thumped.
And wow! its magic ,
Its faith, its love.
That made it fly ,
Above the sea and across the sky.
Inspired BY 'HIS FIRST FLIGHT' (Liam O' Flaherty)
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He was not more than twelve and I was just ten,
When in 1984, ‘they’ assassinated the PM in her den.
It was at her residence that the clay was kept.
Thousands of people reached to pay her last respect.
And we were one of them, daddy and the kids.
He was confused and afraid but for us it was the ultimate fun.
Suddenly the mob turned furious and went out of control
Nobody could help, not even those who were on patrol.
Carelessly people pushed and elbowed one another
Nobody thought for anyone, no one cared.
At that moment, two little arms surrounded me
And fought for my freedom,
I saw how he made space for me - my big brother.
Though he was crushed himself but helped me settle.
There in that dreadful situation he treated me like a petal.
It was when I was ten and he, not more than twelve.
Date: 05/01/2016
The violence in Delhi was triggered by the assassination of Indira Gandhi, the 4th Prime Minister of India .
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