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Gaurvi Arora Poem
Lucky are those,
Who have food to eat.
Some people on planet,
Don't even have teeth.
Disasters over disasters,
Because we don't take care of it.
I'm scared someday,
We would fall in a large pit.
Some don't have roof over,
Some don't have clothes to wear.
It's a matter of concern that,
It would be destroyed if we didn't care.
We have everything,
Food to eat and a belly to store.
We should think of poverty,
But we always run for more-n-more.
We eat and waste,
And never think of others.
We should be thankful,
Because some don't even have a mother.
When we feel like not to eat,
And a lot of tantrums with the food.
While some don't have anything,
To make their family feel good.
People die of starvation,
Malnutrition is the biggest cause.
We should feel calm at least we have a belly,
So that these things do not give us a pause.
What others dream off,
We live it.
God has given us this,
So that we can help a crying kid.
Copyright © Gaurvi Arora | Year Posted 2020
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Gaurvi Arora Poem
A man with tears,
Never let anyone know.
Hides his pain,
To let his children glow.
Sacrifices his dreams,
And makes you free from trouble.
Ask him for one,
And he will give you double.
Works in his hard time,
For your wonderful life.
Cry once before him,
And he will always make you smile.
A father is a person,
Who will do anything for you.
Say once what you want,
And he will make everything new.
Dont let him down,
He handles alot.
Understand his helplessness,
Sometimes in which he is caught.
He doesn't deny,
Whether big or small.
He wants his kids to be happy,
By bringing his girl a cute doll.
Respect him,
Not everyone has one.
You are lucky,
Because he's the only man, who loves you a ton.
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Gaurvi Arora Poem
A piece of joy,
Every girl craved for.
Having a bulk of every type,
Still wanted more.
A girl got it as a present,
On her every birthday.
Stack of happiness was enough,
To make her mood stay.
Curly hair, with blue eyes,
Every doll was discrete.
Anabelle was a different case,
With a tons of secrets.
Even I have a doll,
Tall, cute and sober.
I love her in every way,
Like an unpretended hopper.
She has long black hair,
With beautiful black eyes.
She is an angel in every aspect
I wonder she had wings to fly.
I got her when I was 14,
Will keep it forever.
No matter how tough situation gets,
Will always be near her.
She is a present,
I got from god.
An angel from above,
Has given me thoughts which are broad.
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Gaurvi Arora Poem
An object which is latent,
Something that seems to be difficult.
But has something inside,
Which makes a man flirt.
An object which is a mystery,
You can solve it by a trick.
It can be a spherical ball or a globe,
Which you can hit with a kick.
An object which is an illusion,
It cannot be figured out by your brain.
It is not what you see or feel,
But definitely something you can call as pain.
Imagine a cube,
You are latent inside it.
Here the cube is a globe,
Where you can hide but not as a kid.
An object which is undefined,
And much more like a cube.
You can hide there as well as reside,
But for that you have to take yourself out of a tube.
Copyright © Gaurvi Arora | Year Posted 2020
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