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Veronica Johory Poem
HE MAKES ME HAPPY,
HE MAKES ME GLAD.
HE MAKES ME A GOOD PERSON,
AND MAKES ME HAPPY WHEN I AM SAD.
HE MAKES ME HAPPY,
HE MAKES ME GLAD.
HE MAKES ME PERFECT,
FOR ME NEVER THINKS BAD.
HE MAKES ME HAPPY,
HE MAKES ME GLAD.
I'M HIS DOLL,
COZ HE'S MY 'DAD'.
- VERONICA
Copyright © Veronica Johory | Year Posted 2017
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Veronica Johory Poem
Weary, tired and exhausted i feel while sitting in a corner,
Obtuse situation occupies my mind and it becomes a warner...
Reflection of mind of mine orders me to go out,
Luxury couldn't even comfort me and led me to shout..
Drew towards a picture and a thought came in my mind..
Can an enthusiastic adventure do me kind??
Rocks, seas and mountain hills..whatever this world has,
Unequally distributed these things give me more pleasure than jazz!!
Implicitly this world has a lot,
Significant coz if you didn't travel it ..it will give you naught..
Elatedly this world is for me and so the gift i got!!!
--- VERONICA
Copyright © Veronica Johory | Year Posted 2017
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Veronica Johory Poem
What if a sister has a younger bro,
people regard it as a beautiful relation,
but i may tell you that it is not so...
You have to take care of him,
you have to tie his lays,
you cannot go against him,
you have to agree upon whatever he say...
If he is naughty then you're in danger,
if not then too,
he will irritate you like an unknown stranger,
if you get a chocolate then you have to buy him two!!
Double the times he will irritate you when he becomes a teen,
you think he doesn't love you,
or his love is unseen.
or he loves a little or few!!
For every mistake he does,
for every cup he breaks,
you have to bear parents' scoldings and all the buzz.
you have to listen to all their says!!
When he becomes an adult the cycle doesn't stop,
it keeps on rotating and rotating,
you have to go down t listen him even if have reached the top.
and if starts listening you then it's the strangest thing!!!
When you become an adult you get to know that it cannot be denied,
this happens with everyone,
but you have to walk with him side by side.
And enjoy with him tea 'n' bun!!!!
--- VERONICA
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Veronica Johory Poem
What if clouds are on the ground?
Not, so funny it sounds?
I would sit on them and glide across the sky,
and the rain would come from my cry.
What if rainbow formed on the ground?
I would touch it and sing a song aloud.
It would be best I ever found,
it would be wonderful listening its seven colours' sound.
What if heaven is on the ground?
we can do it with our peaceful actions,
It is possible if we try,
and the blessings of god will remove depression and cry....
- VERONICA
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Veronica Johory Poem
PASSING BY AN OLD MANSION I SAW A LADY OLD,
WITH THE EYES AND FACE BOLD,
HER EYES SEEMED TO BE GOLD,
AFTER LOOKING AT HER MY COURAGE WAS SOLD.
SHE CRIED," CAN YOU HELP ME?"
HELP ME AS I CANNOT SEE,
I'LL GIVE YOU BUNS AND CUP OF TEA,
ONCE YOU HELP ME I'LL LET YOU BR FREE.
I CAN HELP YOU IN ANYWAY,
I CAN DO WHATEVER YOU SAY,
SUDDENLY DARKNESS CAME IN FRONT OF MY EYES,
I WAS NOT ABLE TO FIND THE DISAPPEARED DAY.
- VERONICA
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Veronica Johory Poem
I heard suddenly a clamour in the dark,
It wasn't birds' tweeting it wasn't dog's bark.
I found myself in an area restricted,
was I caught or convicted?
Oh that mark on the window,
Oh that blood which seemed to grow.
Oh that eyes which started staring at me,
Oh those blood hands which I could see.
Why this all happens in the dark,
Why can't we hear in it the singing of a skylark.
Why in the dark there is inevitable fear,
Why we do not feel in it pleasant and dear.
Is it because dark is considered as full of ghosts,
Or in the dark the witches boast.
Is it because we cannot see through it,
Oh come on don't sigh a bit!!
Copyright © Veronica Johory | Year Posted 2018
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