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Renu Lama Poem
He is sweet, he is cute
Though he sometimes looks like rude.
He is my little bro(brother), a reason to smile
Inspires me always to go thousand miles.
He calls me always and makes fool of me
Then I get mad and scold him with the reason I see
I sometimes wish, he wouldn't have called
Then I realize-without him I'm nothing, not at all
He is my little kid and my best pal
He is the brother which I could never had.
He always makes us happy, makes us proud
I feel free being with him, also in crowd.
He has lots of girlfriends with hit lists
Annu and Pragya – also in list.
For him BINA is the best of all
Hey!!!!!!!!!! don't get confuse he has more.
Yesterday, I asked about poem to write
He then laughed and suddenly became quite.
He would solve equation rather, he said
If he writes one, he'll mess-that I can bet.
He is tall and is black
When I reach home, he hides behind rack
Making me search him everywhere
See, can you find such an stupid anywhere??????????
Throwing pranks and jokes on me
Always makes him excitedly happy.
No matter how much he teases me
He has always been very special to me.
Operating computer makes him dumb
Gets stick with it all the time, like the gum.
Neither he listens me nor of mom
To make him wake up, I know-always need a nuclear bomb.
Go on my brother, you go on………
Life is waiting-saying come on
Still a long way waiting for you
But, remember always,
There's a sister praying for you.
-I have written and dedicated this poem for my sweet little brother, NITESH. He is my best
friend too and this donkey(my brother) means everything to me. he always makes me cry
coz of his love and care. No one can ever be like him. Thanks for being my sweet little
brother,dear. Your sister loves you so much………….
Love Renu....
Copyright © Renu Lama | Year Posted 2009
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Renu Lama Poem
It was a night,very dark night
no moon and not its small light in the sky
so dark,everywhere dark
sitting alone a girl in her window all night gazing that sky
with full of hope in her watery eyes,
that a blinking object she will definitely find,
which she knows-it's her and will always be looking at her,
no matter it is day or night.
still dark and no hope of single light in that night,
but waiting, wants to wave her hand, talk, and cry,
to say how much she loves him,
how much she misses him,
again wants to say please come back,
to that blinking object in the sky,
which is a STAR, THE MOST BRIGHTEST, SHE COULD ALWAYS SEE AND FIND
oh! almighty,have you made that star to go away somewhere?
she asked......sighes.........took a long deep breath
with the sharp pain she feels at that time
in the middle of her chest everywhere,
with teary eyes,
BUT,
still smiling to welcome,
still strong and lots of hopes in her heart ,
that her star will come and twinkle above her window, beside.
gathering all the memories as much she recognize
as once she was told,
that every beloved becomes STAR after they died
AND she is convinced and has been waiting so long,
that her beloved star will come back twinkling
and she will say,
“HE IS MY DAD”..........................
-this poem is dedicated to my father who always taught me to always love and care
everyone and be the best that i could be.thanks for everything dad and your daughter
misses you so much.i know you are always with me,looking at me....I promise i'll accomplish
your dreams one day.you mean everything to me.
Copyright © Renu Lama | Year Posted 2009
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