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The Unbearable Pain ( Poetry).

The unbearable pain,

Seems to lessen.

But, I don’t know why?

It takes so much time to heal,

As if, it is a reminder of the pain itself.

But wonder of wonders,

The drizzle of the first rain,

Can wipe many a tear,

And with it love blossoms.

The unbearable pain,

Dismisses itself for a longer time.

It is happiness which rains,

That’s what the beauty of it is.

Adios!

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A Rose Woke Up in the morning.

A Rose Woke Up in the morning.

A rose woke up in the morning,

To find its fragrance gone.

It was floating around its baby rose,

The God of Flowers was making it bloom.

The rose was very happy,

And kissed its baby Huuuuummmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

The baby smiled,

And the rose bloomed,

For everything is His might.

Adios!

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Fourth.

I came fourth in a contest and they gave me a bag of goodies, a consolation prize as an award.

I shared it with my mother, my father and with God.

They were very happy to see me win a prize even be it small, for in their eyes being first, second or third didn’t matter. Being fourth meant a proud fourth and I was happy to be.

Be happy with whatever you have and with whatever you can be.

Adios!