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Muskan Batra Poem
Is your cloth properly ironed?
Today the day was not good you must be tired.
I made something special for you once have a look,
And surely it's the brightest chapter of the life which is vast book.
I hope you guessed it who I am talking about ,
The selfless bond who never doubts.
But what if one day you lost her and now you have do all alone?
Your childish innocence is all gone.
The tasks which your mumma did with ease,
That when you do, is a thing which tease.
You cry,you get lonely wipe your own tears,
Trying to find the shield that protected you from all fears.
From waking up to getting uniform pressed,
Now it becomes your own responsibility to be properly dressed.
You get depressed with people's harsh replies,
Trying to find your mother in the skies.
Stay blessed if you didn't experienced so,
Because those who get into this situation let their childhood go.
Hug,adore,love endlessly to the one who protects you even after getting all the pain,
Because mine went to the hospital and.... never came back again.
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When I say who are 'close ones'?
Of course the people who are in our long runs.
Be it parent or sibling or someone close,
They’re the ones who stay when it matters most.
But what if they become the reason for you to cry?
It's just not every tear is seen falling from the eye.
Father's bond is full of protection and completely warm,
What if he becomes the reason harm and storm?
Grandparents, uncles, aunts—symbols of care,
But what if their words leave you in despair?
Cousin reunions—moments we boast,
But what if they treat you like a rival, not close?
Friends' betrayal is another side of the glass,
But what if they make the person feel embarassed in the whole class.
You never know who goes through what,
The biggest smiles hide their feelings a lot.
Everyone don't get the same love, the same motivation, the same affection,
Stay blessed if you don't know the other side of this connection.
The biggest scars come from the closest relations is indeed true ,
But it comes from experiences known to only few.
And if you’ve never known this kind of pain,
Be thankful—you’ve been spared that rain.
Because you never know how someone survives each day,
With a thousand reasons to just walk away.
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Isn't there any shortcut to win?
Isn't there any problem that will not make my head spin?
Why everything I do becomes a blunder?
Every problem comes as if it is a blazing thunder.
Isn't it all of us complaining?
We blame God for all that is draining.
But have you ever noticed that calmness even if everything feels short,
Out of nowhere there comes invisible support.
Does it take one day for a flower to bloom?
Or does it take one day for a moon to fully gloom?
I takes time, right?
So why are you getting tight?
Wait ,work but don't stop because your time is yet to arrive,
Till then I believe you that you are enough capable to thrive.
There is no short way because greatness takes time,
Each day is shaping you for your prime.
No shortcut ever built a name,
No easy road ever won the game.
Time carves strength in silent pain,
So keep walking, you’ll rise again.
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Why do you cry at small stuff?
How can you do this common thing so rough?
Stay silent everything is not to be told,
You just learn to stay bold.
Isn't it unfair that we have to pretend to be normal?
It's not always that we have to look formal.
Sometimes we have to show the side that is hidden,
Is keeping everything in heart somewhere written.
It's okay to burst out into tears ,
Don't ever feel the pressure by your peers.
It's okay to mistakenly sometimes do wrong task,
It shows your courage to properly ask.
Then why do we ask everybody to be normal and pretend to be glad?
Showing sadness is not at all bad,
It's a common attribute for a human that is earned,
Being NORMAL is a lie that we have always learnt.
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When you lose things that are too precious to you,
God is creating something which is truly new.
You will always feel low and down,
But that's the actual time before you wear the crown.
You will meet the most beautiful souls during your healing phase,
They are the ones who will again make you raise.
I asked God that when I had not done even a single sin then why did I get a huge shock,
Why every door that I knocked was with a lock?
God smiled and said that he had something that I could not even imagine of,
He wanted me to be a dove.
God has taken that lose from you only in physical form,
But they are always present in your heart and mind in every storm.
If you are good, good will come to you back,
Your life will slowly come on track.
Just believe in divine who is the supreme of all,
He is one who will hold your hand in every fall.
He will come in the form of people who trust you to be a winner even before your winning,
Start your hard work for a fresh beginning.
God is present everywhere is not a lie,
You just have to see him with inner eye.
Trust the process, trust the power,
One day you will definitely get blessings in shower.
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Muskan Batra Poem
Once there was a young lad,
Becoming a mentor was a role he gladly had.
Making students learn concepts, showing new ways of teaching,
Making class a fun interaction rather than preaching.
The fire of youth was enough fascinating,
His teaching style made him captivating.
The concern he showed, the love he showered,
His motive was to make students powered.
But people can't see someone rising ,
Because someone who understood students was truly surprising!
Rumours spread judgements done,
Because they were not able to rise ,not even one.
Maybe he is misunderstood,maybe he is wrongly narrated,
But can they match the way he educated?
Storms came to shake him, doubts tried to call,
But every dawn found him standing tall.
They built their noise, he built his grace,
And truth alone lit up his face.
Copyright © Muskan Batra | Year Posted 2026
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