Baidurya Mukherjee

There may be nothing wrong with you
The way you live the work you do,
But I can surely plainly see
Exactly what is wrong with me.
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Everyday I strolled through the fields
When My day was done
I went there to have solitude,
After the day's joy, sorrow and fun...
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Day and Night my eyes I strain,
My parents feel you're a pain.

All The Time I squint and cry,
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Who knows what lies in my fate?
'cause tommorow is my result date!
In morn I have to go and get-
My result, which I really hate!
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As I looked back, its not yet very far
I can still have a prominent glimpse
Days when i used to make paper boats
And used to knit with them lots of dreams
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My Brother is very bad
He always makes my mother sad
By complaining about me to her
And sometimes to my big fat sir
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It's not easy to forget the past,
The instances when you've been wrong,
You never know how die is cast,
So put it behind and move along.
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After I returned from the nursing home,
My Bumped head looked like a dome..
My Brother not giving me a moment of peace,
Started jumping around me like a tease,
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My granny lost her specs today,
And she searched for them in every way,
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I first posted this poem on my side account- An average poet

Sadness-
We have to face,
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I first posted this poem on my side account - an average poet

As I roamed around the street,
I heard a sound of pain,
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This poem was first posted in my side account-


Rapunzel is a story we all know so well,
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first published in my side account-chom chom
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first posted in my side account-chom chom


As I was passing through the countryside,
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Things that start out little
Don't always remain small,
The smallest thing,
Can be the biggest wonder of all,
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Monsoon comes with a gust of rain,
Making people go insane,
Some farmers shout in joy,
while little houses gets destroyed....
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Father says study hard or your life will be scarred
never can u stand up again
Mother says read and write life is a cruel fight
crush others and you will gain
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A poor little boy was going through the streets,
Begging for a little food,
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