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Tulsi Rao Poem
We celebrate Valentines day , we celebrate Teachers day ,
we celebrate childrens day , we celebrate mothers day .
Alas ! Why we don't celebrate a poor beggar's day ?
A beggar on the roadside ,
With stick and a begging bowl on his side .
Life for him is a curse ,
He has nothing to purse .
He begs for alms
With his open palms .
Sometimes he will be obliged ,
with a happy feeling , he will be budged .
People scowl at him and glare ,
None thinks of his welfare .
His sorrows no one share ,
He has a small piece of cloth to wear ,
Which is big enough for him to cover his body bare.
He has to die with his ailments ,
Because he can't afford to pay for his medical treatments .
When he dies , no one is bothered about his funeral ,
No one makes him a sepulcher ,
Because he is a pauper
Hence he is a beggar .
Life for him is woe ,
Hope is dumb.
The world says go ,
And the grave says come .
-GTR
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In a circus , who provides you a lot of fun ,
He is no one other than a clown .
Though he is sad ,
He makes every one laughing mad .
He can also perform some feats ,
And make everyone sit on the edge of their seats .
Concealing his real face ,
A happy mask he wears .
To make the audience laughing mad ,
He had to control his feeling sad .
That's the reason why I adore the only one ,
He is no one other than a clown .
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I prayed for a son ,
And god blessed with me one .
To me .............
Every moment with him is fun.
He is so cute and small ,
More pretty than a doll .
His chubby face is very pretty ,
His chuckles makes everyone witty .
His babbles make him look naughty
His smiles send me ,
Miles to ecstasy .
His giggles drive me into fantasy .
I pray the lord once , twice , and thrice
To keep away my son from evil eyes .
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