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Dimple Bharil Poem
Flash of water that enters the eye,
Of that every “two” stands by;
Stand by the deep running water
or crowded stall.
Might be a simple juice they share,
but face the thousands face
that glare.
Its love people say,
not Indian culture they strictly claim.
Love with the families, relatives, neighbors
and even animals is fine,
But only a different kind of love
Not right.
Copyright © Dimple Bharil | Year Posted 2006
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Dimple Bharil Poem
Once peace and war met at one site,
Both debated as who was right.
Peace brings prosperity while war leads to adversity,
With war one realizes his strenght,
But makes us far from our friends.
With peace we rise,
With war we die.
War had nothing to speak for,
But yet continued to fight for long.
And so the debate went for on......................
Atlast to prove this, they went to fight,
The war broke on and millions died.
But yet nobody would yet decide that peace or war will rise.
EVENTUALLY, peace surrendered as it thought that life of millions would never
increase its pride.
Guess what ,as peace surrendered war had to leave,
And peace was what everyone could feel.
So friends, the fact is that victory is always gained by peace,
And this is what my poem reveals.
Copyright © Dimple Bharil | Year Posted 2006
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