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The Diagnosis.

The diagnosis is such a tool which often disturb than tell a way to heal.

Oh! You have this. Fifteen days of medicine and twenty days of bed rest.

That’s it.

You- “And doctor your fees?”

The doctor-“Just a measely three thousand rupees.”

Measely? Three thousand rupees to earn is as good as churning your inside out and doing cartwheels for half of the day.

But those who have money aren’t bothered much, but those who are hard working folks, they have to forego a day or two’s earning for the measely three thousand rupees.

Diagnosis was much better in the olden days.Doctors used to act as doctors and they would diagnose a patient simply checking the nerves.

But now OMG! It feels as if the diagnosis is the main reason for going to the doctors.

You get diagnosed and leave the rest on God.

If you don’t like your doctor, then you change your doc.But when you will be cured, your guardian angels even don’t know. When you get alright , give a thanks to God Almighty, for making you safely cross the journey from diagnosis to healing.

Happy diagnosis.

Adios!

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Even Once.

Even once,

A call didn’t come.

Even once,

Not a single letter arrived.

Even once,

Did you think of me?

Well the fact is,

Why would you?

I don’t know you.

And neither do you.

Oh! The letters are fine.

It’s alright.

A letter is a letter,

But when it does come,

The same old apprehension comes back,

And if it’s something good,

Then it’s those happy and good times,

Back again.

Be happy.

Adios!

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A Sight To See For Anyone With A Glee.


A sight to see for anyone with a glee,

Is often golden.

It’s beholden,

It’s full of glee,

And as cheerful,

As the falling of an apricot from the tree.

A sight to see for anyone with a glee,

Are often the best tourist spots.

The hustle and bustle leads to a great motivation.

But a sight to see for anyone with a glee needs none.

It’s loved,

Or sometimes not.

A sight to see for anyone with a glee,

Remained photographed in one’s mind,

Just like a beautiful day,

When the prayers have reached,

The Lord himself,

Without any delay.

Adios!

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The Weekly Holidays.

The weekly holidays,

Are the best time around.

For frolicking,

For rejuvenating.

For being extra happy.

For singing.

For a dance.

For writing.

For cooking.

For jumping like a mad chap whenever you get the chance.

For sleeping till whatever time you want in the morning.

The weekly holidays,

Are the time of utmost relaxation,

Of studies which done with seriousness,

Might bring some good.

The weekly holidays,

Are the best the things which have been invented,

Be sure to spend them cheerfully,

Wisely and happily.

For they are the weekly holidays,

The gift from God,

To the ever struggling mankind,

To take a day or two of rest,

And rejuvenate yourself,

And be happy, merry and free from tension,

And sing a song or two,

Just like me.

Adios!

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For The Young Boy.

For the young boy,

The rock was his place area,

He would jump up and down over there.

He would bring all his friends over there.

They had build a palace over there,

Of small stones, sands and twigs.

For the young boy,

It was all nice and beautiful.

The birds would eat grains from his hand directly,

That rock, those stones,

All those things were as marvellous as the most magnificient,

It was his happiness, his joy, his everything,

That he had kept with him,

Always in the treasure house,

In his beautiful heart and,

He remained happy in his world,

For that was his kind.

Adios!