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Sadvansha Munshi Poems
Being ignored can be the worse memory ever It is the past which can never be good but bad The warm atmosphere even feels cold while you shiver Sitting alone thinking about what you had
Is it up to me? Why do feelings change? I just want to be free, Is it out of my range?
Erotomania - Delusional Enamor
Succour was needed He came to her because she pleaded He thought of her as a victim girl
Love Was Only Virtually True
Saw you today Trying to remember There was something which I wanted to say During December
In Memory Of Her..
She was just like an angel, And now she has become a real angel. She was a dynamic lady, And so lively..
I Just Want To Fly Real High In The Sky Can You Hear, My Cry?
When there is no light And it is dark outside, Everyone's fast asleep But from inside, somewhere deep.
Behind His Smile
Behind his smile Is a world full of pain All day he hides Till dusk he is full of strain
Lonely Star In The Sky
Twinkling bright, In the black surrounding. So many at sight. Except one, all together were shining!
~Don't Ask God~
He doesn't help a caterpillar to turn into a butterfly, He isn't there to help when in water an ant is about to drown and die. At first they helped themselves then only God gave them a hand, In making and breaking of cocoon Or Safely returning back to land.
When I'm Gone
When i'm gone, Will you miss me? When i'm gone, Will you think of me?
The limpid splash, Flowing down the pinnacle. It went up and plash O, what a miracle!
What If, Being Normal, Is Not Normal?
What if, being normal, Is not normal? Does everyone has a crazy side? Maybe it's just that some of us show and some hide it inside.
In a field full of yellow flowers, Small beauties were flying. In open for hours and hours, There was no hiding.
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Being ignored can be the worse memory ever
It is the past which can never be good but bad
The warm atmosphere even feels cold while you shiver
Sitting alone thinking about what you had
Being ignored is the worse feeling in the world
Specially when your friends makes you go through it
The feeling is so frazzled
And all day by yourself you sit
Being ignored is so painful
Feeling: So grotesque and unwanted
All of this can be so stressful
Like your life has for forever been grounded
Being ignored is worse than being lonely
If staying alone is ...