πππππππ
The presents which have arrived,
Are waiting to be opened.
The love is bound within them.
They can’t be seen,
Yet all await for them,
For it is our nature,
To be waiting for the gifts,
Which we would be given to.
Adios!
πππππππ
The presents which have arrived,
Are waiting to be opened.
The love is bound within them.
They can’t be seen,
Yet all await for them,
For it is our nature,
To be waiting for the gifts,
Which we would be given to.
Adios!
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Without anything,
Things aren’t so simple.
Of all,
Though cumbersome,
Going through everything,
Takes a lot of time.
Without anything,
Try to be,
It’s nearly impossible,
But without anything,
Love is truly possible.
Adios!
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As a way to pastime,
Read a book,
Learn a topic,
Clean a nook.
Be happy,
Eat a banana π,
It’s your time,
Fill it with love and truth.
Adios!
πΌπΈ
The beauty in sitting alone,
Is in its calm.
You can prospect,
You can improvise.
Mind you,
This all happens in your mind.
There isn’t much,
But there’s a lot,
If you can work in silence.
Adios!

Great start for a boy,
New to the dynamics.
Fame came and touched.
Money too came.
As in daylight,
The sun shines brightly,
So did the boy.
He outshined his own work,
While the day went on slow.
Now he has retired,
With all prosperity,
In his saying,
He says-“I am happy.”
Adios!