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Rohan Dhabade Poem
Love me till end
Is my only need
Not a choice
But I will love it indeed.
To be with you
To be loved by you
To be for you
To be only with you.
Nothing more important
In this life however
That is you are my lover
Love you forever.
This is madness
But a completeness
Of romantic happiness
To love you anyways.
Rohan Dhabade
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The uniqueness of nature
Sometimes calm so much clear
With the wind to flow
With the fragrance of flowers.
Nature brings happiness
For living beings
From every corner, it begins
The beauty of uniqueness.
To praise nature is necessary
For us it makes sovereignty
Of beauty for the world to create
Natural mystic lovely space.
Rohan Dhabade
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The baggage of life
Was full of experiences
The luggage so heavy
Emotion to imbalances.
Sometimes it was happy
Sometimes felt so sad
Sometimes it was so good
Sometimes it behaves bad.
Life was not a tragedy
Nor it was the comedy
Life was life with integrity
To live with responsibility.
Today when we see back in time
How much foolish we tend to be?
Life is not a game or shame
It's just to live and love happily.
Rohan Dhabade
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The havoc of poverty
Is the undisturbed terrain
Of the vain unqualified.
Who live in distress.
Sitting on the recliner
Speaking about the poor
With the glass of costly wine
And there is nothing to offer.
Only talk and talk about them
The one who lives in the lane
Sleeping on roadside poverty
Eating the dirt filth of variety.
The life of the poor
In the way never to prosper
For us who want to change
Run far away from garbage.
We are show stoppers
Of the change makers
Who wants the village
For a powerful image.
We curse the poverty
Do nothing for parity
It is our disgusting outrage
In the social media age.
-Rohan Dhabade
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Onion is crying
For-itself
Without peeling
Without cutting
Only sitting
On the shelf
Prices to soar
Without uproar
Maximum this year
Minimum next year
Unable to know
Why prices grow?
Sometimes to throw
Sometimes to borrow
So much confusion
Or the market's illusion
Farmer in delusion
Customer's suffocation
Problem to solve
Still unsolved
Of simple pricing
Without price hiking
Of the perishable cycle
Of onions survival.
-Rohan Dhabade
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First Poem by my daughter Riya
One and Two
How do you do?
Three and Four
Not so sure!
Five and Six
Let's just mix.
Seven and eight
Feeling great.
Nine and Ten
Super freaky hen
Riya Dhabade
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Rohan Dhabade Poem
This is my story
Started from where
Even don't remember
It was however
Story to end
Now this is beginning
Of the conclusion
For what came in?
Of what went along?
Now not to bother
From hereafter
This is the journey
The story satisfactory
Of friends foes relations
With so many definitions
Of love and hate
Of my beautiful fate
From my parents to teachers
My lovely wife my children
My love my preachers
My colleagues My friends
Thanks to everybody
Who made this journey
So happening
So eventfull
So experience
Surprises Happiness
Complements criticism
Everything is now gone
The era in which I belong
Now ready to finish
Of worthy to publish
Started with tears
With so many to care
Now only to wait
For beautiful death
I came here
To change the world
The world is the same
For me to realize
Journey which started
Hard, harsh half brutal
Sharp still happy to submit
To life to time
To survive to thrive
To create the magic
With no more logic
Nothing to recreate
Still incomplete
Beginning to end.
Rohan Dhabade
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Deceiving the mind
In the middle of nowhere
Receiving from mind
A harsh blow everywhere.
Mind is so much sharp
Deceiving is impossible
Mind to blow me off
It is always possible.
I think it likes
To rattle me off
And my guard
It's always turned off.
How to succumb?
This mind though
Then it deceives me
Scattering my ego.
Rohan Dhabade
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Extracting in this
Retrieve or forgive
Deceptive so much
Worthy, not as such.
A gathering index
Of priceless flames
Still taxed every time
Ruthless these claims.
In sever times
Why is price so priced?
While rated or unrated
Valued unstably at rise.
Till it's not garnishing
The favour of returns
Life is not an investment
It's just another turn.
Rohan Dhabade
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In the meeting, I asked?
This theme this time
How will market accept?
Or to tune the craft.
For the markets to play
To empower the way
Of the product to launch
For the product to staunch.
Market will grow
With every new product
That will create the change
In terms of monetary exchange.
The world is always a big market
Potential for our capital to rest
In the meeting I am satisfied
In the market to invest.
Now let's make the fortune
From our investments
For the profit to process
To create success.
But then success may ruin
Only profit and profit to make
So stop and give back
For society to progress.
The world is not just a market
It is our life to stay to play
With imagination without money
With emotions without business.
Rohan Dhabade
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