I would like to love that girl Who asks me Can you help us when my papa Goes to the city for work. But not that girl ,Who asks Can you die for me? Cause i know it happens Only in fairy tales. I would like to love that girl Who asks me If i […]Read More I Would Like To Love That Girl
We are two souls of same kind, Hyaline and frozen . We left our heart and body; Many years ago, when we saw each other! We started our journey on the same path, Although from opposite direction! Days, weaks,months,years then century, All passed one by one. But still the distance is too long That […]Read More Two Souls Of This World
Once upon a time……A nine-year old kid sitting at his desk. His name is Samir . Today he came for a scholarship exam. He never attend any examination like this. His family was not so rich. He also have two sisters. So this exam is very much important for him and his family. If he […]Read More Micro – Story : The Broken Pen And The Girl,A Untold Story From My Childhood Memories
It was rightly said by someone that, India is the cradle of human race, the birth place of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and great grandmother of tradition. She is respected for her sundry values, secular terrain & of course the global spirit which is bleached on […]Read More India craves for peace, This mayhem needs to cease!
It was the woman ,a cause for your start and end and that’s why people shout everywhere, Ladies First!Read More It Was The Woman!!!”
“Sister , do you mind exchanging places?” The first thing I noticed was his hair , longer than the girl next to him. He was sleek, mostly like my batch-mates from the university. Bemuse… Source: Exchanged Places.Read More Exchanged Places.
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To the girl who was my first crush, a poem about love, description how she makes the life colourful
Life with love,the journey of love with my first crush,
An untold views of my life poem
(|) Hold my hand and stand for some time, Who knows may be it’s our last meet. May be this evening will never repeat again, All i got is some time; To see you closely. Oh dear,i don’t know ;may be […]Read More Hold My Hand ,An Untold View – Stories Of Our Life Poem.