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Shria Mishra Poem
Hi I am a leaf!
Of a tree, I am the beauty.
I work hard and fulfill all my duty.
For the tree, I make food,
Which I share with all my dude.
So, I am generous not mean.
As I am born, I am green.
I think I might,
Be as bright as light.
Because of my beauty, I'm full of pride
Just like a beautiful, pretty bride.
I am soft, tender and nice.
In my heart, there is no malice.
I dance, as the wind blow.
And slowly and gradually I grow.
Then comes the rainy season,
And obstacles come on by one.
Rudely comes the rain with lighting & thunder.
"What should I do?", I wonder.
"Should I lose my courage and patience?
Or should I fight against their oppressions?"
I didn't lose confidence and I won.
When the rain had gone,
I was full of pearly dots of water,
Like a neck of a wife or a daughter,
Adorned by a necklace of pearl,
Which is as pretty as the smile of a young girl.
Gayly the birds fly and the squirrel squeaks.
Days passed and passed the weeks.
Then comes the time of bitter cold,
Comes the time, when I become old.
Ya, Winter arrives! Comes the day,
When my color fades away.
My color changes from green to yellow and then to brown.
As the spring arrives, I fall down.
Hi, I was a leaf!
Now a new leaf will take my place,
And run in the life's race.
In my whole life I'm silent but rustle after demise.
From deep of my heart I wish to give you an advice.
Like me, live the life cheerfully my friend.
Live the life before comes the end.
Be courageous, never lose confidence.
Never be haughty, never have arrogance.
Don't live with a foolish pride,
Because, one day, you'll also be died.
Always help the meek,
And never harm the weak.
Everything you get, you should share.
And respect all those, who take your care.
Life isn't so smooth, it's rough.
But nothing is too hard or tough.
Always give a try.
Now bye, good bye!
Copyright © Shria Mishra | Year Posted 2017
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Shria Mishra Poem
I went to zoo!
I tied my hair
and saw a bear.
I went to zoo!
I walked for miles,
to see the crocodiles.
I went to zoo!
I sat on my knees,
to see the monkeys.
I went to zoo!
I saw a peacock,
sitting on a rock.
I went to zoo!
I saw an ant
and also an elephant.
I went to zoo!
There were many others too.
Yet no one was glad,
everyone was sad,
as they were all in cages.
So, I stopped writing on my pages
and went back to home,
which is not in Rome.
Copyright © Shria Mishra | Year Posted 2017
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