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Sazal Malhotra Poem
The Monday Morning
The scorching sun shines ,
and the school bell chimes.
It starts with the test,
and we have to give our best.
It is the time for studies ,
and also to learn moral duties .
Now comes the time for race,
those who left behind couldn’t get any trace.
Now we go for lunch,
and we take it in bunch.
The sweetness of lunch turn lime,
when the end bell chime .
It’s a time for logic ,
which appears to be a magic.
The school ends with delightness of game,
as love for game at any age is not a shame .
We had got homework in pile,
and it’s a time to walk a mile.
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Sazal Malhotra Poem
The god elaborated his thinking ,
to save the mother earth from sinking .
He chiseled an innovative mind ,
which is having unending quest to find.
The new era got blossomed,
with all the might nature questioned.
Why the beautiful nature is converted to desert,
as paving of new ways could bring hazard.
All around the nature is being blazed,
the beauty of nature is tended to be erased.
The nature is searching her inmost voice,
that could replenish her integrity erasing all noise.
They are the blessed messengers,
came to save the life of earths passenger.
To regain the beauty beyond the revealed words,
and converting her to joyful clattering birds.
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A window from my house shows far of places,
which makes me see trench and traces.
As the morning sun falls,
the voices of animals calls.
The sky asks for the flight ,
which makes the morning more delight.
The voices of the small players ,
bring the evening layers.
The joy & fun fills in air,
as everyone plays in pair.
Now it comes the time of sunset,
which makes me quite upset.
The hill gets filled with snow,
as the joy full wind blow.
In the brightness of night,
the snow flakes look bright.
The road gets filled with snow ,
which makes the life quite slow.
It makes old a toy ,
and feeling of playing in cold makes me enjoy.
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Sazal Malhotra Poem
I built the wall to confine you god,
but where are you my lord.
From dawn to dusk I perform prayers,
but are your proceedings fair.
I searched and searched you round the globe,
as it was only my last hope.
A fire flaired in my heart,
and in my way it halt.
I saw your face in the fire flames ,
but you were tagged with different names.
I understood all the roles for your creativity,
to test the humans unity.
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