Poet, Singer, Writer, Admin of Indyaspeak.com
The effect of leadership in management changes
EFFECT OF LEADERSHIP
When change is imposed.
The leader
It applies
to organizations in general, and the ability of the organization to respond
Datawind Unveils Handheld Internet Device in India
Datawind Ltd., a provider of wireless web access products and services, unveiled the PocketSurfer2 t
26/11 memories have faded the anger has perished...Why?
One year after the tragic attack on the life line of our country,It seems people have forgotten the
Three-year-old Rishikesh’s life was rudely cut short due to an Open Manhole in Mira Bhayandar
Three-year-old Rishikesh’s life was
rudely cut short due to an Open Manhole in
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Give Back My Glove
I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.
I did not bonk her on t
A Pretty Woman
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fre
A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, <
A Valentine to My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the
A Song of Love
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?Sweet eyes that smil
Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
I Love You
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live hea
If
If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,<
The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think
Meeting at Night
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The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the s
Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief, who love
Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thor
A Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun
To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?
Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the
