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Parii Jain Poem
A seedling planted beneath the soil,
For it to grow the nature does extreme toil.
Blessed by the shiny rays,
The seedling goes through different phases.
It grows fruits, flowers and thorns,
Then again a new life, a new seed is born.
Humans are born to safeguard the earth,
But we are the ones leading to the end of its birth.
Recycling, reusing and reducing the use of plastics,
Will help in the growth of eco-friendly tactics.
Orthodoxy is a disease we need to bid away,
And put all the prejudices at the bay.
Growth is something which cannot happen alone,
If we stick together then only all of us can possess the throne.
Sun and moon are together yet apart,
But the message they convey contains the same art.
During the day moon hides and lets the sun shine,
While at night sun sends its light to the moon and the process is divine.
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Entering into the realms of Autumn
The swift wind welcoming us into the season
You realise fall is a feeling
But falling is an emotion
The leaves change into orange
And slightly dancing with the wind
They fall, with the thought of
Reincarnation in their mind
But when they are falling
They become invincible,
And ready to do anything for love
Love with the wind being attainable
But this autumn, fall is falling
Falling for the Irreconcilable spring
Far and apart, both dancing in love
With the wayward hope of someday reuniting
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There are a thousand colours
Ten thousand unknown
In the same way
You think you know a person
But you don’t know them.
Their personality is blue
Blue as the endless sky
There are endless faces of a person
You know some
You don’t know some.
Yellow sunshine giving way to yellow sunflowers
The brain is our body’s yellow
It is responsible for our growth
It cracks the mysteries of life
Like a click.
Whenever you see pink
You think about how beautiful it is
But never about, the red and white mixed to make it
In the same way you don’t see the pain people hide
And the hard work they did to reach where they are
Plain white
As plain as day
You just see the white side of people
You don’t know the dispersion of light
As you are unaware of the spectrum formed.
Their hearts are black
All emotions, all feelings mixed in it
Lilac love
Brown betrayal
Green jealousy
Orange joy
A blend of all fancies
A fusion of all colours is the black heart.
The black heart is made up of
A thousand colours
Ten thousand unknown.
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