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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 ...
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...
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 f...
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