TIMES OF GRIEF

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind
Still shows the stain with dreary face

Friends they were both kith and kin
All lost at stretch with eyes all filled
Painted red were streets and straits
All tells the tale of grisly deeds.

Distress, anger and fear around
Shaken we were at all one go
Hand in hand let's stand behind
With martyrs them, they gave it all.

Shoulder we gave for heads to cry
For sure we knew that all were one
Arms wide stretched and open hearts
Stood all true in words and deeds.

Time has come for us to rise
Time to prove that we won't fail
With pride atop let's hold arms tight
It's time to shine and see all fine.

-John

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We are often greatly bothered

By two fussy little men,

Who sometimes block our pa

Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thor

Zindgi Tere Naam

 

phir aaj koi gazal tere naam na ho jaye

kahin likhte likhte shaam na ho ja

koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti

fakat yah jaanta

 

jo mit gaya who jee gya

 

moond kar

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I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.

My hands begin to shake whenever she walks

Pain Of A Broken Heart

Tears of blood fall from my

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My family's gone; there's no one home.

It's only me who's home alone.

I shouldn't

When I First Saw You

Vulnerable before I found you

Lost in the lonely streets of my heart

I loved you

Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush

There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.

When you see that girl it's such a rush.

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Why Doesn't He Love Me Back

My eyes meet his,

Our hands touch,

Then our lips,

We are no longer on ear