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Priyanshu Jain Poems
Beauty Of Nature
One day when I went on a walk And couldn't find anyone to talk I looked around at the beauty of nature The plants, animals and other creatures
Forest! forests! our protectors. Protect us from disasters, And illuminating with your colourful nature. Green, colourful, evergreen forests.
The Oldage Home
The quite and silent old age home, Where live the old and gold. They have seen the ups and downs of life. They had their husbands or wife.
Love and Peace
When wars and conflicts will totally stop And there shall be peace at the top. We won't hear those rockets hover And be forced to find some cover.
A Snake In My Field
I saw a snake in my field. I didn't know what the trip was to yield. It was thin and slender & the colour was green. It wandered the land and looked real mean.
My Train Journey
I took a train from Kashmir to Delhi. I saw the lush green fields. Which gave very high yields. From my window I explored the beautiful world.
I broke from my parent rock And rolled down the mountain. Hoping somewhere I would be able to lock, But my journey ended away from the beautiful terrain.
He has been betrayed by life And is feeling as if cut by a knife. Thinking why from others he was distinct. Standing with death, ready to be extinct.
He is the owner of good health. He is the owner of great strength. Which none other can posses. He is the owner of strong biceps,
Oh! weavers you weave from day to night, And blend the colours to make them bright. The clothes become beautiful when you work hard, But still you weavers are poor bards.
The Colourful Clothes
Clothes which cover us from up to down. Wore by an actor or a clown. These are woven when the weavers work hard, But still the weavers are poor bard.
Happy Friendship Day
Friendship in our life is the stick of an old man. True friends do for us what we never can. They share our joy when we are happy. They even share our sorrow when we are gloomy.
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Beauty Of Nature
One day when I went on a walk
And couldn't find anyone to talk
I looked around at the beauty of nature
The plants, animals and other creatures
The lovely little daffodils and roses
Make me write many proses
I see the hexagonal bee hive
Beetles, insects and other forms of life
The radiant sun sets in the west
And tells me, it's time to rest
But I want to walk around the stream
And loosen myself in my dreams
The dim sunlight reflects from the water
As I walk past in my floaters
Let's go home, to myself I say
And let's get ready for another...