HARSH OZA

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It is so easy to apply
Peanut butter on bread,
But try an separate them out
They will break down to chucks.
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One morning I woke up
And found I was a women
And trust me it’s not something everyone can do..!
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Just wake up and shake up,
The little difference too many.

Shake off the “me” and
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Sometimes we need to
Look beyond horizon’s
To see where the world ends.
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A day in heaven
Goddess of Jupiter(beauty)
Ask the maker of mankind.
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Life is a event
From birth to death
Every event has issues
Issues make debate
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From every rising sun,
From each growing day,
V Worked, V progressed
To reach the esteem’s of life.
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The deep dark blue sea and
U the waves were not needed
Any way’s.
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Open on day, awake at night,
Just s little small, just a little smart.

You have the sight, you have the light,
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SEEING A 24 YEAR OLD CRYING GOD ASK’S…


M.S.G.P
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Few are born with silvery crown
Called as the astron of there hive,

Few are born with parsimonious surrounds
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I ASKED FOR JUSTICE
THEY SHOWED ME RULES,

I ASKED FOR FAVOUR
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Happy Sunday and I was out to
Lunch,
I was hungry but waiter said:
45 minutes sir we have a queue
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The Best Poem Of HARSH OZA

Separation

It is so easy to apply
Peanut butter on bread,
But try an separate them out
They will break down to chucks.

It is so easy to place
A brick and make a wall,
But try an separate them out
They will break up to sand.

It is so easy to make
New friends at school,
But try an separate them out
They won’t be able to swim
The oceans of life.

It is so easy to be
A parent of a child,
But try an separate them out
They won’t survive
Just breathe-in and breathe-out
There rest life.


In vigorous pain
Toxic ting the blood,

Y a sudden departure
‘life was a merry song’

Crucifying the happiness
As if it never existed,

A wish that say’s:
‘a little more you could have lasted’.

Insecurity battling
With internal cries,

Y you had to start
‘if leave us in the mid-race’.

It’s so difficult to digest
The shock of this war,

And darker are
‘shadow of feature behind’.

What a judgment this is..?
And whose the jury behind it..?
And what’s the measure that
Works behind our relation meter..?

With a little words to flow
Promising our self
“Won’t I ever love..”
“Won’t I ever be attached…”
Because the pain of separation is a
Millionth multiple to
The joy of being one…..

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