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Saanvi Dua Poem
I prefer the sweet thing !!
with some pink inside ??
white or brown ??
Its called "CHOCOLATE LOVE"
for the sweet ones ,
with love inside !
a heart with love
and some pink inside !
a delightful sweet ,
white with pink ,
brown with love !
Its called "CHOCOLATE LOVE"
melting with sugar ,
and some cocoa ,
and the pink ??
its pure pink delight !!
And its all called 'CHOCOLATE LOVE ' !
(leave some for me too ) !! :p
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Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2013
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His warm hands ,
his hearty hugs ,
he creates a wonderful world ,
I'm daddy's li'l girl !
Sweet and salty ,
he is at times ,
though always sweet ,
and gives me lovely treats !
He is a SUPER DADDY !!!!!!!!
And I'm his little princess !
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2013
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Saanvi Dua Poem
Once there lived a mouse in its own little house...
its name was Jerry
and lived with merry...
It ate yummy berries and cherries
and was very hairy...
Living in a hole ,
with his brother, the mole...
It used to find cheese with ease
and lived in peace.
It was scared of cats...
because cats eat rats...
It lived a happy long life
with its seven children and a wife...
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2011
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There is a weird language known as ENGLISH ,
not so weird , but better than gibberish .
But I have a question of singular and plural ,
just like the confusion between urban and rural .
If foot is feet and tooth-teeth ,
why isn't boot-beet and mood-meed ??
If louse is lice and mouse is mice ,
why isn't house-hice and spouse-spice ??
If man is men and woman is women ,
why isn't pan-pen and tan-ten ??
If chair is chairs and mare is mares ,
why isn't hair-hairs and air-airs ??
I do have many questions in my mind ,
and I know there will be a solution some time !!! :p
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2013
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The moon shone bright ,
not a star at night ,
the pumpkins were glowing ,
and the shadows were roaming .
In the dead of the night ,
was no one seen ,
the moon shone bright ,
where no one had been ...
Boo........ went Frankenweenie
9/11/13
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2013
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Tip tap splitter-splatter ,
Goes down the rain.
Flying down with a clatter ,
Creating brooks along the lane …
From the dark , fluffy clouds...
Descending with the breeze..
Exciting the overjoyed crowds ,
Swaying along with the trees …..
Splashes in the cool puddles ,
Muddy footprints of toddlers and teens ...
Accompanied by the pleasant sounds of guggles ,
And happy faces with wide beams …
It is a blessing , a form of love ...
No frowns , no sorrow , no hatred , no harm ,
Just healing the pains , smoothening the rough ,
Because nature is at its best charm ….
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2014
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The Lord created a beautiful world ,
Which was meant to be graceful.
Peace was to be the objective ,
And the idea was wonderful .
But , there was a problem...
He had a question about humans ,
"Would there be peace ,
or would there be grief ?? "
But he ignored that question ,
And created humans
And animals and plants
And what all not to mention .
Man had the power to think and to do.
And took advantage of that.
He created a different world ,
a whole new picture to paint for you .
Did he do this for need ,
did he do this for greed..?
man wants too much , too fast...
because he wants this world to last !
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2013
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Her head bald ,
just a teen ,
she was the one called ,
by God , at the age of seventeen .
She will soon leave us ,
for something is in her ,
attacking and killing her ,
silent like a murmur ,
Room number 11 ,
you will see her ,
she cries day by day ,
why was she the only one ???
The virus , bleeds her heart out ,
each day , her soul shouts ,
to stop this silence within her body ,
for she wants to be ordinary …….
She won't be able to walk down ,
Her wedding aisle ,
To become a beautiful bride ,
But , everything will go , once she dies ……..
Her health is deplorable ,
did God choose her ,
maybe she is a good girl ,
and he needs an angel …..
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2013
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For my birthday ,
was a puppy ,
cute and friendly ,
it became eventually .
Fluffy and white ,
never used to bite ,
social and active ,
and never used to fight .
But one day ,
a tragedy happened ,
my spirits were dampened ,
and my heart was saddened .
I gave him chocolate ,
A poison to him ,
His face was dim ,
And breathless ….
I took him to the vet ,
Where he treated him ,
I was praying ,
‘O Lord please save him !’
And soon he was fine ,
I know he is a brave doggy ,
And who’s doggy is he ??
Of course , he’s mine !! :))
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2014
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I'm cute , I'm funny ,
as sweet as a bunny ,
as pretty as pink ,
and I love my mummy .
Helpful and friendly ,
I am with everybody ,
delicate and sensitive ,
I'm mummy's little baby ...( I'm quiet grown up !)
Lovely brownish-black eyes ,
like a cloud of milk in coffee ,
in which the beauty of a good spirit lies ,
sweet and spicy as toffee ...
Black shiny hair ,
which I handle with care ,
red lips , irresistible eyes ,
in which the beauty of a good spirit lies.....
Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2014
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