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Simran Utreja Poem
Some people want to become a WRITER
some people want to become an ASTROLOGER
some people are interested in the feild of HISTORY
BUT what will i become for me, its a MYSTRY
MY mom always wanted me to think about my CARRIER
so last year i wanted to become a SOFTWARE ENGINEER
BUT before that my heart fell upon being a NEWS REPORTER
then i thought that my life would pass by asking " hellow ma'am
will this incident effect your CARRIER
THE first dream of mine was to become an AIR HOSTESS
serving people in the plane; coffee or tea with sugar more or LESS
I am a girl who keeps getting confused what to become and what NOT!!!
so many feilds to go in, BUT I flush all of them in the POT
SO this time i finally decided to be a MICRO BIOLOGIST
molecules , atoms , elements , all it is what this feild CONSISTS....!!!!!
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His face is a pure light,
His eyes has innocence plight.
He does not know his own true nature,
He is a god's gifted creature.
The roundness of his face depicts no confusion,
His hands gestures are brain's intrusions.
He has a mind,full of good thoughts,
He has his frequency matching to the chords.
He is clear on his goals,
His back up plans did not serve humanity's trolls.
His first achievement was celebrated by all,
His fellow friends and family had never let him fall.
His sound always hits the air vibrantly,
His soul always burns fiercely.
His passion inspires me
For working hard towards what I want to be.
The day I attain success,
He will be the first one to know that I am blessed.
May he walk on joy's path every moment,
Because his purity and wisdom is measurable till eternity's end .
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People have changed their way of thinking and their attitude,
And no ne believes in showing their gratitude.
They are so rude to their parents, who were once their helping hands,
But they can give up anything for their friends.
They have internet hence, can get any information with in seconds
But their brains are totally vacant.
Today's generation is twenty-four hours on the phone,
And do not care even a bit about their loans.
They are so fortunate to have all the facilities in their time,
But being grateful, for them is a crime
Even I am a part of the generation just like others,
But unlike them I owe a lot to my father and mother.
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flowers are those creation,
in which there is difference, similarity, but no discrimination!
They don't speak nor do they hear,
But they can feel their surroundings of happiness and fear!
At night they cry for their beloved ones,
Which were plucked by humans, just for randomn fun.
In morning they bloom for the Sun,
Turned into fruits, flowers excrete nectar and gum.
They live for others,
Merging into nature's colours!
Making nature more beautiful to look at,
we owe gratitude to those flowers,
which made us feel happy,
when alone in the garden we sat!
Flowers are the boon of God,
Which were mistook to be created in this world full of ill thoughts!
Copyright © Simran Utreja | Year Posted 2012
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I was walking on the street,
Gazing at people and wheat.
Listening to traffic police,
Watching the burden on coolies.
Alone I was,
Lost in my thoughts.
Trying hard to imagine,
Suddenly appeared a jinni.
Asked by him was a very obvious question,
YES, so happy I was! No objection!
Waiting for him to ask me my wish,
Just like he did with Aladdin.
Finally he broke his silence, asking me
"What is your wish my master?"
Of my wishes there was a never ending chapter.
I asked him to give me a second to think,
And there my candle of wishes had gone dim.
He said in a sad tone "your wish is fulfilled"
And I realized what I did!
Analyzing that I was one of the top three fools in the world
I suddenly heard
The car horns blowing,
The police shouting,
Asking me to get aside,
And I was so surprised.
I hit my head with a silly expression on my face,
And crossed the road at a faster pace.
For some reason I was happy,
That I didn't waste my wish, behaving like a child using a nappy.
Since that day whenever I walk on that road,
I feel in my brain the thought's load.
With the wishes, I would ask the real jinn to grant me,
To be careful with my wish this time I’ll for sure see!
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Just a five letter word that makes everyone scared,
Just a fate which no one can bare
A very awful feeling, a bit confusing, a bit disturbing,
When I think about my death bed,
Get scared and deep in a thought,
Don’t know what
Trying to diagnose....
What did I achieve if I die this very moment?
With my blood oozing out and making my body go red!
A very shattering word it is
Which makes me think?
What do I possess in this greedy world?
What talent or mission did I think to ever have?
Something annoys me
Makes me anxious
Is it me on my death bed?
Is my soul in rest?
To my belief
May be I just dreamt but in reality
The situation is still not satisfactory
Where is my death bed?
What in this greedy world do I possess?
May be nothing but only my peaceful soul with my ultimate death!
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I show that I care
Only to those whom I love
I show that I care
Only to those whom I should
I show that I care
In their hard times
I show that I care
When they are work bind
And the way I show I care
Is the secret
Of a relationship I bare
But when I realized I certainly did care
The relationship got stronger
And we had a strong bond between us
I showed I cared in such a way
That our relationship had a meaning since that day
The name given was not uncommon
But the realization was rare
It is MOTHERHOOD
And today, I can proudly admit
Yes I do care!
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we just keep commenting,
and always keep resting.
we keep getting tortured,
but still taunt others.
we don't have time for ourselves,
but all time concerned about the gossip shelves.
just one complaint on every lip,
why is india not developed?
well, the answer lies with in ourselves
all it takes is strength to find out,
the time to be the change and believe in yourself with no doubt!
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When we have worked over time,
Still our work is pending,
Our mind commands for nothing,
But just requests for resting.
Our each and every organ speaks,
Gradually screams,
And at last tears are on the peak!
But we don't give up hope,
We still do our job!
And when we get rest
That time is the best
Our body feels such a way
As if consists of no weight
After a relaxing sleep at night
Our body is no more stiff or tight
The tiredness has totally vanished
By making me realize
SLEEP is something with which we just can't fight!
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Simran Utreja Poem
INGREDIENTS OF SUCCESS
Education means nothing without dreams,
But more important than dream or education
Is Inspiration.
Until or unless someone doesn't fascinates us
We find our talent in a total fuss
Although we get all of it, we still require something else
Its encouragement though initially we find it the jingle of bells
If we sum it up then,
EDUCATION + DREAMS + INSPIRATION + ENCOURAGEMENT is equal to SUCCESS
But always remember HARDWORK is the only key to it else everything is in vain like a broken necklace!
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