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The regrets of life | English Poetry
The regrets of life | English Poetry
A Life Bounded With Regret,
Each Regret Always a Secret
The Regrets Neither knew Nor Described,
It was Only Later that they were realisedRegrets always hard to refrain,
Difficult to sustain
Still remains its effect
In the small looking heartThe regrets of life,
We desired to live.
Regrets of the dream,
We dreamt to achieve.
The regret of the idea,
We thought to pursue.
Regrets of the pain,
We wanted to rescue.
Regrets Of the Laugh,
Which lasted for a short while;
Regrets of pleasures,
Which ended in no time.
The regrets of loss,
The loss of love;
The feel to love,
The feel to be loved.
Regrets of the efforts,
Which could have been more,
Regrets of the problems,
Which could have been solved.
Regrets of the feel,
Which could have been felt
And Lastly
Regrets of the End,
Which could have been changed@ramtajogi
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English Literature Poetry: College Memories
College Memories | English Poetry
All the miscalls will be gone,
Direct The phone calls will be on.No more chatting with the Friends
Long-lasting meetings will lead to the Day End.Leaving aside The Exam Paper,
Life will be engulfed in the daily newspaper.Years will be gone, seeing your friends Look,
It will just be seen on Facebook.The Birthday treats will be over,
And that special day will end with a good night and shower.The shopping will cease,
The roaming will freeze.The gossip will get lower
The small fights will get over.All things will change
Only the names of the people will remain the same,And one thing which always will Exist Are
“MEMORIES”
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Friends for life | English Poetry
Friends for life | English Poetry
With the twist and turns,
Life embarks:
With life; comes a list of parts,
Some are close, Some are far,
But all arose from the same starts.
Time moves, age enhance
Then comes the part,
Which alone withstands
The part not connected or related,
The part totally isolated
That part is termed as “Friends“ by name,
Defined in many ways all ends in the same. 1st they make their way in our lives
Slowly they become the reason to survive.
They become the reason to laugh,
The reason to cry,
The reason to quit,
The reason to try.
Slowly and slowly they become a thought,
An emotion altogether
They become a part,
Which is felt altogether
They change our world from idle to life
They make us understand why “Life Is called Life”
That’s Why They Are Defined As “Friends For Life”Friends for life | English Poetry
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Childhood | English Poetry
Childhood | English Poetry
The Time was odd, The people were even We were born, From womb to heaven,
With small fingers, cute face; We came in the world by god’s grace.
We learnt to walk, then to talk, Than to hear and later to bear,
Surrounded by toys And Hampers, We were loved, we were pampered.
Life was good, life was going, And there were we, totally enjoying
Nice clothes, tidy hair, Tightened boots, roaming here and there,
We slept when we wished, We ate at our own risk, No thinking of what doing next, No tension to make the present perfect The time was good, The mind was free. Life was going as we destined it to be.That’s what meant childhood to me
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The love of life | English Poetry
The love of life | English Poetry
Life is a stage,
Sometimes like a cage,
In which we are trapped,
Completely covered and wrapped,
It shrugs and struggles,
Makes us pass many hurdles, But it still shows its love,
Which makes us feel beloved
It makes us meet an angel,
Who makes us feel special,
Slowly she becomes our life The reason to survive
She takes us to the journey of life, The life which we have never seen
The life which we thought was never for us, Or for which we were never been
Her smile inspires,
Her tears make us cry
She makes the life full,
Without her it gets dry.
Always love her, Live LifeIts just she who makes your “LIFE A LIFE”
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