Priyanshu Jain Poems

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
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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.
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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.
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Forest! forests! our protectors.
Protect us from disasters,
And illuminating with your colourful nature.
Green, colourful, evergreen forests.
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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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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.
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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.
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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,
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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.
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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.
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