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Simran Aggarwal Poem
When I was a crying infant,
wanted to be in someone's hand,
the sudden relaxation was bright,
when you came in front of my eyes.
A similar situation had happened,
when you in the crowd wanted my hand,
the sudden relaxation was bright,
when I came in front of your eyes.
When my legs were not so strong,
and I needed a support,
your fingers made me balanced,
and I walked ahead on road.
A similar situation will arrive,
and I promise in advance,
of using stick instead of me ,
you will never get a chance.
You are my strength,weakness and inspiration,
and I will always keep you high,
I will touch the sky with glory,
for one smile with sense of pride.
Copyright © Simran Aggarwal | Year Posted 2013
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Simran Aggarwal Poem
Now the freedom to fly,
the content butterfly,
oh! those delicate wings,
uniting those cruel eyes.
The fear of flower,
its dear is now far,
waiting eagerly,
with the passage of hours.
Flower, the shadow of mother,
who bears the fear,
whose flying girl,
is now not close to her.
Imagining the horror,
those terrible terror,
if its butterfly is secured,
she still bothers.
Now that pearl gets as she guessed,
now nervous and embarrassed,
the freedom is a trap, wings are no longer fresh,
that flower for life caressed.
Copyright © Simran Aggarwal | Year Posted 2015
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Simran Aggarwal Poem
It is difficult to doubt a mother's care.
But in terms of medical sciences,
is she aware?
Copyright © Simran Aggarwal | Year Posted 2013
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Simran Aggarwal Poem
I have potential, but I don't care.
I am intelligent, but unaware.
I am tensed but not serious.
Still, I am hoping to be genius.
I am energetic, but quite lazy.
I do nothing, but still, very busy.
Want things to happen in real.
But satisfied with thoughts, they are virtual.
What do I lack? I am confused.
And scared, I might not lose.
I have everything to get prepared.
Still waiting for something, but not aware.
Either, I need some motivation.
Or, a lot of criticism.
I need something to push me up.
But once pushed, I'll infinitely rise up.
Copyright © Simran Aggarwal | Year Posted 2015
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