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Live to Light Up

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  A Few Words It’s an uncanny world. The more we do care for the others, the more care they will desire. This goes on. We try to meet the expectations. However, one very day, we might find out the saturation point when we must, when we ought to be dawned. Nothing remains the same. The turning tables bring weal and woe. As soon as we understand it, the better we can be able to enjoy our life. Yes, this world is uncanny to the utmost. Hence, we should never think of any reciprocation. Instead, we all must keep it in mind that we came here alone; likewise, we all must live on our own; finally, we all will have to step out of this world without anybody’s care as well. However, the essential point is that if you try to help a person or care for him or her, never think to be reciprocated, because this world is full of darkness in spite of the day-lamp in the sky, and the moon and the stars at night. Hence, we can illuminate our own world with our tireless efforts to make the world full...
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The Tolling Knell

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  This world is too, too full of illusion. Well, it is too easy when we say so, but it is actually too much tough for any of us to admit it from the very core of our within. Days go by, years roll away; still, we cannot get respite from such snares here; we fall in love with these instead. However, the sooner we come to learn the truth, the better. Nevertheless, we all are humans, made of flesh and blood. Hence, although it sounds so smart, we actually become even unsmarter than we used to be before. It does pain a lot. The poem—‘The Tolling Knell’   No more shall I irritate; I promise you this; This world does asphyxiate; That world’s full of bliss.   It’s time for me, it’s time for me To be off, to be off; That world does, does beckon me; No more, please, be in sob.   Bid me farewell, bid me farewell; Bid adieu in smile; Tolls my knell, hark, there tolls my knell, Bereft of any guile.   I’m done with my role; It’s time for m...
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Silent Diligence

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A few words before going through the poem Who has never been bullied? Yes, it is true that each one of us has to combat such bullying in this way or that. Moreover, it is also true that we all have to ward off such foul things everywhere with our indomitable spirit. In spite of all such things, we become sensitive sometimes and fail to cope with the adverse situation. What are we supposed to do then? We should work in silence to prove ourselves unique in our own way. Definitely, our honesty plays a lot in this regard. The poem—‘Silent Diligence’ I lost hope; I broke down; Who was there to save me then? I looked awkward in that gown; Yours was a wolves’ dire den.   So many years rolled away; Still, your scary scorn Blurs my world even today; I need a new morn.   “Be it for a penny or be it for a dime, You can never, never stand On your own feet, regardless of time; You’re born to digest reprimand.”   I was bullied; I was stung; They tr...
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Determination

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A few words before reading the poem 'Determination': The way to success is too tough. There will be tears, there must be rocks, there is supposed to be thorns and there will naturally be fiery criticism all through the journey. Such barkings must never sidetrack us at all. We must remain determined through and through. In this regard, it ought to be noted that we all must undergo all such ordeals to be seasoned in course of time. Let not anyone try to tear you down. Instead, let their claws be shattered into pieces. Gain this much strength in you, no matter what. None can, henceforth, or none will even ever dare to try to demean you. Why? It is so because they will know that you are not going to heed any of them at all. All such things can be gained from your sheer determination. The poem 'Determination' Dogs shall keep barking; Still, never let them vex you; It's your life, for sure. You may like to read all of my blogs: https://somalimukherjee.blogspot.com ...
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The Moody Sky

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A few words before going through the poem 'The Moody Sky' Have you ever felt like the sky is crying? Well, has any one of us felt his indignation? If yes, then you must have true love for Nature. It's easy to speak a lot; however, it is that difficult to fructify the words. Who said Nature never cries? Who said Nature never becomes outrageous? If we can't feel it, it must be admitted that we have indifference to her. The sky is weeping in pain and having wrath as well. He is moody indeed just as we are. We are supposed to esteem the sky that is actually a part of our Mother Nature who loves all of us a lot. All of us must acknowledge the fact that we can never live on our own if we ever endeavour to ignore Nature. She may be our gentle mother, but, at the same time, she is our discipliner to train us all so that we may follow the right track of virtue. As we evince mood swings, Nature does too. We can never, never turn away from her. Therefore, it is recommended that we...
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Numbness

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A few words before we go through the poem called ‘Numbness’: Let us all open our discussion with the legendary proverb that “Cowards die many times before their deaths…” Likewise, in this world of decay, disgrace and degeneration, we all are supposedly living our death. That is to say, our corporal bodies are alive, but our within has been slaughtered long ago. Well, who did so? Yes, we did it on our own. Thanks to our great conscience and civilised intelligence, we all are alive, or should we say, we are living and loving our death? Well, we have no option, for sure. Hence, we are bound to live and love our death. We all made it on our own. The consequences are, therefore, supposed to be endured by us alone then. Day by day, we are getting infected with more and more numbness in all respects. We reap what we sow, right? The poem—‘Numbness’ My heart felt so numb That I had to die, I had to, Before death, becoming dumb, In a trance to seek what’s true.   Everything...
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A Gift to the World's Best Dad

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Like an umbrella, You protect all of us; Every little corolla Is saved from the fuss. This world may change a lot, But your affection never; Life is a battle to be fought; You teach me so forever. When it comes down to quarrel, You become silent, so silent; Overflows your barrel Of pain and sentiment. I know I cause you pain; I do get over remorse; If it happens time and again, There remains no love, but force. I tell you 'sorry', A word too little to say; It all becomes a different story, As atonement's told 'nay'. As I hurt you a lot, Dad, My heart, too, does, does bleed; My temper turns me as if mad; I commit another ill deed. Still, you keep blessing me, Though I don't change, Dad; I tread on the path of memory To find the best dad. I wish to control my wrath; I do wish to stay calm; To return to the right path, I need you, Dad, my true chum. As the worst sinner, I blame you, I blame mum; I try to be cleaner, But my sins snatch my hum. Life is so uncanny Tha...
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