I m amicable, cheerful, hopeful…
And I keep my surroundings full of optimism and quite wonderful.
My ultimate source of motivation & inspiration is my Mother.
Her impression on me can not be replaced by any other.
I have imbibed her qualities of working hard and being true.
Therefore, I have always seen life with a different view.
I have preserved my cultural values…
Not at all adulterated by these big cities blues.
I m known to hold the keys to do right thing…
Be it a small or big, it’s a wide ring.
Writing poems is my hobby and style.
Wherever m I, my relationship with “Editorial Board “is like river Nile.
Writing poems is my way of attaining peace of mind.
It’s really helping and soothing when life isn’t kind.
I m tagged with being a “High Performer”.
I never compromise on it by hiding in niche or corner.
Prizes and awards never became a history…
I m continuing on a better pace to create a new history.
Goals have always been there in my planning.
On my way to achieve the best of it, I m put under scanning.
Interacting, mingling, attaching with variety of minds.
I m a successful professional with achievements of many kinds.
Art of listening is one of my qualities.
Art of distinctive speaking adds to my individuality.
I m a poem with many colours like a rainbow.
Life is wonderful like a God given bestow.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
When would I leave U...
The day I find you cheating me!
The day I find that you don’t need me!
I will leave you…
The day you stop caring for me!
The day you stop believing me…
I will leave you!
The day you would stop listening to my thoughts!
The day you stop feeling my touch!
I will leave you…
The day you stop reading me eyes…
The day you would stop valuing my tears!
I will leave you…
The day you say that I don’t mean to you!
The day you stop sensing my warm breathe!
I will leave you…
The day I find that you don’t need me!
I will leave you…
The day you stop caring for me!
The day you stop believing me…
I will leave you!
The day you would stop listening to my thoughts!
The day you stop feeling my touch!
I will leave you…
The day you stop reading me eyes…
The day you would stop valuing my tears!
I will leave you…
The day you say that I don’t mean to you!
The day you stop sensing my warm breathe!
I will leave you…
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