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Why There Are Differences

Celebrations everywhere, 
when a boy gets birth.
When a girl comes in this world, 
A burden to earth.
This tradition is like a whirl, 
Why there is difference between boy and girl? ? ? ? 

Man's status is rank by a paper note, 
It does not give any importance to vest, but much to a coat.
Friendship is done with how beautiful clothes you wear, 
For poor, it is like it has fare, 
This is not what our culture teach, 
Why there is difference between poor and rich? ? ? 

In these all they don't know each other, 
But difference is there in love for children born from same mother.
Why all love is given to young, 
Without elders they are like body without lungs.
I need your love, mother, 
Why there is difference between me and my own brother? ? ? 

Though money, people also not leave one's knowledge, 
Each one is bound in competition's cage.
They don't understand everyone has his own talent.
Today's competition has make student's creativity faint.
That time, when all were equal, went, 
Why there is difference between dumb and intelligent? ? ? 

I hope by this poem there would be change in people senses.
And THERE WOULD BE NO DIFFERENCES….

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2012



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Missing my School Days

Period-wise, we used to arrange the bag,
Every book was covered and have a name tag,
Waking up early in morning, get ready to go,
May homework not done, but never were low.
In assembly, that anthemn, and prayer.
That going in queque like a disciplined mare,
Noise in class was like our birth right,
everything we do, was a height.
punishment from teacher was just a gift,
for communication through ends of classroom, require no rift,

Being OUT-Standing of class, more than being in,
Melodious, it seems for us, our noisy din.
No child was let to study in class,
No tension on face of future or marks.
That recess times cannot come back again,
for us adjectives were naughty and imsane,
That making new class love-stories,and mocking everyone,
Our only mission was from every day, may not learn anything but extract maximum fun.
Will never forget that playing in games period,
no tears were allowed, our rules were only laid.

Bell ringing aloud, Teacher has gone,
Student at back benches taking corn.
Oh!! I was sleeping and dreaming, I was in college,
Where classrooms are full of dirty gauge.

O God! Why i got elder so soon??
Missing my School days a lot, Which was for me, really a boon!!!

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2014

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Relation Between Teacher And Students

Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….


Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2012

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A Letter From Mom And Dad

My child, 
When i get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
I hope, I can get a mug of love from your sea.
In case, I broke a plate or spill soup as I'm loosing my eyesight.
I hope you don't yell at me and instead say 'Its allright'
When my hearing get worse and i can't hear what you say.
I hope you don't call me deaf, please repeat and don't just go your way..

I'M SORRY, My child, I m getting older.
And this thing cannot get solder.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have patience to help me to get.
Like i used to when you were child with love and not by hate.
And if you have spare time, i hope we can talk to, 
I know you are busy, but please have time for my jokes to mock to.

When you were little, I did this all to you.
Now its your time, Please bear me, as my days are few.
When the time of my death come, giving me strength to face death, i hope you hold my hand, 
And not talking with me about distribution of property or land.

And don't worry, When I'll meet God, I'll tell him to bless you.
Because you loved your parents and care them with due...
Thank you, We STILL LOVE YOU! ! ! ! ! ! 

-With much love and blessings, 
Your Mom and Dad.

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2014

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GOD vs CRICKET

Oh god, you are a umpire
And your given life is a match,
I am a player, tired,
Everyone want to take my catch.

You are only responsible for my every four or six,
You are only responsible for audience remix.
By you only I am still playing at crease.
Though its time for me to freeze.

Even when my partner got out,
On my ability, i never doubt.
You only prevent me from every bounce or york,
Because of you now i am settle at crease like a cork.

You only taught me to play swing or spin,
The opponent players, to take my catch, are keen.
You also pleased me with wide and no-ball,
You only rises me on my every fall.

Thank you god for all these things,
Because of you, whenever i think about my century, i start to sing.
Now, o.k., bye, i have to go to watch IPL,
Where only entertainment dwell……….. 

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2012

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SACHIN TENDULKAR - A POETIC TRIBUTE

24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player,whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only,thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.

663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..

Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news,was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive,start training at 11,
His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven..

On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat.
May start was bad,but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing,so were players,
But immotile as hill,he was there,
WHat he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?"
May height so small but deed so enlarge..

But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head,tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..

The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10......
This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when???
In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin"
Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win"

The ladder he climbed,no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2013

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Tribute to SACHIN TENDULKAR

24 years between 22 yards, 
Records being made like palace of cards, 
He is one who breathes cricket, 
A player, whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only, thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity, 
He's a true legend in reality.

663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir, 
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..

Records are so, that can be written an encyclopedia, 
Most times news, was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky, still feet at ground, 
Kept every responsibility brilliantly, it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive, start training at 11, 
His focus being perfect, that's why he has today heaven..

On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat, 
At 16, before pakistan, he was like before lion, a rat.
May start was bad, but determination was atmost, 
Passing all hurdles, he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing, so were players, 
But immotile as hill, he was there, 
What he cannot do was unanswerable, 
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood, share field with him, 
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece, but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human, 
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved, giving father tribute asked-' Have i made it large? '
May height so small but deed so enlarge..

But every good thing comes to an end, 
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head, tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch, saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats, 
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..

The god of cricket, jesrsy no.10......
This passion, determination, stamina, spirit & much more we'll see when? ? ? 
In India, 'Its Impossible' is replaced by 'Its sachin'
Your Father must be proudly saying-'my son, u win'

The ladder he climbed, no one can reached, 
Bye-Bye Sachin, How to be perfect, to us, You only teach! ! ! ! !

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2016



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A Love Storye Story

Combining your names gives 'PEACEFUL NIGHT', 
which is perfect combination showing both of your future bright, 
All it starts because of school change, 
Synonym of limitless is both of your love's range. 
It was destined both of you to meet, 
Both of you to each other perfectly fit.

Who say internet spoils life, 
It also let a boy find his wife.
Facebook, g-talk, mail and whatsapp, 
Talks were increased even forgetting their nap, 
Both get know they are best together, 
It was like a perfect buffer, 

Understanding, then trust, and finally got to love, 
Pure it was as a white dove. 
Fate plays skit, Both getting all common moments, 
Now question was to emotions, how to lament. 
Finally on 15 jan 2013, in a fearful voice, low, 
Boy shared everything with girl, and cupid left his bow. 
All was secret, not to reveal, 
As they will, uncomfortable feel, 

Both were together like bones for muscle, body for soul, 
Heart beats, blinking of eyes, even same was their poll.. 
Best period was from accepting each other from bestie to couple, 
Time has in between played a lot buffle. 
But all going straight doesn't have sense, 
Sometimes situation even goes tense, 
Their trust was challenged and fights were increased, 
But all were short term soon they used to make peace... 
Friends, Parents, Studies tried to come between them.. 
But the love was untouched and same. 

Time had make them far, by distance, a lot times, 
But the far they go, the near they come and now everything is fine..

Accompanying each others hand, today completing a year, 
Was with each other in every smile and tear.
I guarantee, their love will last more further, 
REALLY, BOTH OF MY BESTIES PROVED, TODAY THAT THEY ARE MADE FR EACH OTHER! ! ! ! !

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2014

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LIFE: A RACE

'Quit! Give Up! You Are Beaten'
They Shout At Me And Plead
'There's Just Too Much Against You Now'
This Time You Cant Succeed'

And As I Start To Hang My Head
In Front Of Failure's Face
My Downward Fall Is Broken By
The Memory Of That Skating Race! 

And Hope Refills My Weekend Will, 
As I Recall That Scene, 
For Just The Thought Of That Short Race, 
Re-Energied My Being

They All Line Up So Full Of Hope, 
Each Thought To Win That Race, 
Or Tie For First, Or If Not That
Atleast Take Second Place

And Fathers Watched From Off Side
Each Cheering For His Son, 
And Each Boy Helped To Show His Dad, 
That He Would Be The One

The Whistle Blew And Off They Went, 
Young Hearts And Hope Afire.
To Win And Be The Hero There, 
Was Each Boy's Desire.

And One Boy In Particular, 
Whose Dad Was In Crowd, 
Was Running Near The Lead And Thought 
'My Dad Will Be So Proud! '

But As He Speeded Down The Field, 
Across A Shallow Dip, 
The Little Boy Who Thought To Win, 
Lost His Step And Slipped.

So Down He Fell And With Him His Hope, 
He Couldn't Win It Now, 
Embrassed, Sad, He Only Wished, 
To Disappear Some How. 

But As He Fell His Dad Stood Up, 
And Showed His Anxious Face, 
Which To The Boy So Clearly Said, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

He Quickly Rose No Damage Done, 
Behind A Bit, That's All-
And Ran With All His Mind And Might, 
To Make Up For His Fall.

So Anxious To Restore Himself, 
To Catch Up And To Win, 
His Mind Went Faster Than His Legs, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

He Wished Then He Had Quit Before, 
With Only One Disgrace.
I'm Hopeless As A Runner Now, 
I Shouldn't Try To Race.

But In The Laughing Crowd He Searched, 
And Found His Father's Face, 
That Steady Look, He Said Again, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

Exerting Everything He Had, 
He Gained Yards Eight To Ten, 
But Trying So Hard To Catch The Lead, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

'Get Up.', An Echo Sounded Low.
'Get Up And Take Your Place'
You Were Not Meant For Failure Here.
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

They Cheered The Winning Runner, 
As He Crossed Line First Place, 
Head High And Proud And Happy
No Falling No Disgrace.

But When The Fallen Youngster, 
Crossed The Line Last Place, 
The Crowd Gave Him The Greater Cheer
For Finishing The Race.

And To His Dad He Sadly Say, 
'I Did Not Do Too Well'
'To Me You Won', His Father Said
'You Rose Each Time You Fell'.

For All Of Life Is Like That Race, 
With Ups And Downs And All, 
And All Of You Have To Do To Win, 
Is Rise Each Time, You Fall. 

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2012

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World Shortest Poem

Keep Walking!!

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2014

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