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3/6/2018 7:15:17 AM
OPPORTUNITY 2- Man meets opportunity	OPPORTUNITY 2- Man meets opportunity Deep in the woods, sitting on a solitary rock, I’m contemplating in the shock, Searching the curse behind unfortunate events following that very day, Which led my life into an ocean of plight and dismay.... Tracing it back, to that doomed night, When I was stress free, so slept tight, But out of blue, someone knocked at main door, I just ignored, But knocks went on several times more. Frustrated, finally opened the door Just to find, this weird soul... Face of whom, was covered by straight long hairs Long wings ascending from his feet bare.... Much like an angel, not so beautiful, He smirked at me, in manner not-so- cool, Much to my amusement , he turned back and began to walk, Bald on backhalf of his head, was another shock. Before I could ask who he was, As the whirlwind he flew off. Since that day I never slept again Cycle of misfortunes had just began... I waited desperately every night, by the side of door... For him to show up, just once more.. Today was that day, one knock at midnight Without any delay I opened the door, And he was back within my sight. I asked who he was, He said ‘I m opportunity, boss’. He knocks at every door, One who welcomes him, is happy and more, One who ignores, meets life’s sore. This angel was OPPORTUNITY in disguise, with hidden face, Can’t be grabbed by bald head, And cannot stopped for he has winged race. edited by Mona Motwani on 3/6/2018 edited by Mona Motwani on 3/6/2018
3/10/2018 8:34:29 PM
Unstoppable	UNSTOPPABLE Hey little girl! World warned her, 'bout dangers of the road, Yet she picked one! She met the hell, Met the noise, Met the yell, But by her choice! She stumbled, She crumbled, She fumbled, Yet she chose to walk! She met the rains, She met the hails, But been through draughts, She took bliss in every storm! She saw the dreams Turned into nightmares, She was a warrior, And fought them all. She walked and walked, It was long and tiring, Dark and scary, Road she took, Was never taken before, It was her all new venture! She was guided a lot, Protected a lot, Told about dangers of unknown, But yet here she was... Dealing by herself, Not answerable to anyone, For her roads, Her wounds and sores, Were all her very own! And here she was... Yet so much happy, For not being told, How to be bold, On long silent roads! And here she is realising, How much untouched and pious have these roads been lately, Carefree she walks, Discovering ,the truth of road, The lies of world, And the joy of her life! Now she is... Unaffected, Unstoppable, by anymore noises, No more vulnerable to world, She embraces simplicity of roads Over complexity of other's views!!
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