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Alka Pal Poem
She is not my real sister
Nor found her on twitter.
She met me in an institution
And got an intuition
She taught me English
Which i never relish.
After some days she started teaching me sociology
Since she then became my ideology
In the meantime we became good friends
Then she was both my start and end.
I called her sister
Became happy and showed blister.
Like this our relation stretched
For relations there no occasion or trend.
Now people know her as my adopted mother
And i don't care of mindset of other
I love her the most
And have faith utmost.
She slaps me on my mistake
and she is the who bakes me a cake.
I share all my grief
She handle it softly and treat.
She is an advocate by profession
And lives in a tashan.
She keep slapping guys
So no guy ever try
She is the best human i met
In my life,i have her threat.
I fight
Then hug her tight.
I love u vaishali sista
Please Please find some Mr.
Find some handsome man.
of whom i can become a fan....
your child cum sista ... i love u di .
BY ALKA PAL
Copyright © Alka Pal | Year Posted 2015
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Alka Pal Poem
Should girl be killed before she born,
Cos once she is born she gets nothing but thorns.
Men treat them like a servant,
and forget that you got married to her and not got her on rent.
Society judge them by their clothes,
and think girl wants to expose.
Parents doesn't allow their daughters to go out,
and are very happy with the sons and feel proud.
If a girl comes late to her house,
people make different opinions and then spread and arouse.
Now i will change the mindset.
She is your daughter, sister or wife,
and she has all her rights.
No one will judge them on their dress,
or else they will be in a big mess.
She is not your private property,
Now all you brats should be guilty.
They will be the change makers,
And then this world become peaceful and better.
Copyright © Alka Pal | Year Posted 2015
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Life is one,
But its fun.
Nature's beauty is adorable,
Which is all the time available.
At night ,i gaze at the stars,
while driving back in my my car.
Those stars shining bright,
Show me the way and give light.
I talk to sun and moon,
Which makes my heart go boom.
After talking to them ,I feel out of this world,
Then i see positive clear and negative blurred.
We should enjoy our life to full extent,
Because one day it will come to an end.
We see beautiful water fall
Which is nothing but nature's call
Pollution is eating our nature,
Don't harm animals and other creatures.
Copyright © Alka Pal | Year Posted 2015
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You are sunlight in my day,
You are the moon i see far away.
You are the tree i lean upon,
You are the one that makes troubles be gone.
You are the one who taught me life,
How not to fight and what is right.
You bought me the first toy,
Which i played and enjoy.
You brought me in this world,
And then you became my world.
Mother loves conditionally,
Without benefits and utterly.
Mothers are supposed to be the god on earth,
But some mothers only get a feeling of hurt.
You take care of me when im not well,
How much i love you can't tell.
Im lucky, i have two mothers,
One of my own and other whom i adopt.
Both are truly amazing,
One i dont listen to and other drives me crazy.
You are the words inside my song,
You are my love,my life my mom.
Love you both lots,
Please do admire my thoughts.
I love you so much ....
Copyright © Alka Pal | Year Posted 2015
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Alka Pal Poem
What My Mind speak.
Each time I take a breath
It leads closer to death .
Life is beautiful with lots of hurdles,
One thing I always do take my pillow cuddle.
People will listen and give you sympathy,
But nobody has guts for the empathy.
Live each moment
Whether good or bad days
One day morning will have shining rays..
I shout , laugh and cry it aloud
But at last I m proud cos
I can control my emotion and hide it inside me .
As I said people can sympathise and not empathise..
Good people need not justify,
Cos thing they do usually rectify.
I m lucky to be what I m.
I m good human being.
To me that’s all what really matters.
ALKA PAL
Copyright © Alka Pal | Year Posted 2017
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