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love

essence of life
makes it beautiful
than you ever think.

basis of relation
makes life worth
many thousand dollars.

search it, to no avail
hide and suffer
give and receive
much more.

life is measured not by the years you live, but the years you have lived.

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Seek

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Each day as you go,

strive to move ahead,

let go of what can’t be changed

and seek to Him.

Each day, as you glide

be happy for the blessings

lucky than the many

seek to Him all way.

Praise and glorify Him

for he is merciful

Loves and cares

more than anyone else.

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Balloons

Balloons in the sky,

flying high, tossed each other,

vibrant colours

shook my eye.

 

 

I gazed and gazed

blue , green yellow

 purple , orange white

shone the sky.

 

Colours so bright,

colours so vivid,

set me on a trail

out of my senses.

 

Blue is for serenity and  friendship

green for the wonderful nature,

Thank God life would be so dull

without blue and green.

 

Yellow  mingles with our thoughts

purple is for day long freshness,

orange is for knowledge

white is for eternally peace

 

balloons in the sky

colours so bright

they really brighten up our life

with hopes and aspirations for the future.

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Sisters

A person you fight and forget
never lasts long
for she’s your best friend
to whom you share
little secrets sweet as chocolates
or the little stings or flings.

A friend you can trust
in all weather
soft in summer
thick in winter.

As life cycle goes by
a little kind word,
the warm hug
the friendly smile
the small push for a giant leap
all you can find here.
Author Notes

A poem about sisters

© jayashree. All rights reserved,

The Pretty Girl

The Pretty Girl

On a sunny day 

as I strolled along

I came upon a little girl

pretty with silky hair

and dainty eyes, 

She smiles and walked,

I looked back again,

she was picking wild flowers

With curiosity I asked 

for whom it was

my dearest mom

it’s her birthday today