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The White Snow Mountain.

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The white snow mountain,

In the alps,

Stands tall and mighty,

But these are old words,

Which can’t give anyone a fright.

The white snow mountain,

In the beautiful alps.

Looks so calm and serene,

That when the evening sun falls on its rocks,

It gives a brilliant orange tinge.

It feels as if the nature lullaby’s it.

It’s an honour and a privilege,

To walk among such a majestic beauty.

But in truth,

It is God who is true and supreme majesty of all,

Who has created that glowing white snow mountain.

Upon seeing which my heart felt as it had something so exquisite and wonderful,

That it can’t be real,

It can’t be imaginary.

It’s only God who can make it possible.

Adios!

Poetry

Agony.

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Agony is much more than pain.

It’s more than displeasure.

It is that truth,

Which twists and turns one heart.

The internal pain which rips one’s heart out,

Is agony.

It is that pain,

Which can’t be subsided by giving a red, yellow or white rose.

Agony,

Happens when one has nearly exhausted all of his/ her resources,

To heal or cure himself or herself.

But the only thing which can heal it is true love.

And the wait for it is truly agonizing.

If you are lucky enough then,

God’s love may touch your heart,

And remove all your agony.

Agony isn’t pain, displeasure or sadness.

It’s yourself,

But in pain, displeasure or sadness.

Adios!

Travel

Go The Extra Mile.

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For achieving your heart’s desire,

Make the pistons of hardwork, honesty and discipline ,

Exercise their full capabilities,

And go on ahead.

Go the extra mile,

Pick up the courage,

To win against all odds.

Go the extra mile,

Win it and be happy.

Going the extra mile,

Always brings cheers, happiness and good results.

And if your desire is true, realistic and achievable,

It shall always bring closer to it.

Adios!

Travel

Rhyme.

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Rhyme, please play my song,

Please make it sing for me,

Please, let it be rain,

For I think of a beautiful song.

Oh! Rhyme, please do your best,

Let the music flow,

Let the tunes be flawless,

And marvellous,

Let the words travel far and wide in everything which surrounds.

For the song is my tribute,

To the true maker of the universe,

To see whom my heart longs.

It’s his grace that I am alive,

He has written each and everything beautiful,

The words are his,

So are the tunes,

Oh! Rhyme,

Play it out so beautifully,

That it makes rainfall in sunshine around.

Adios!