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I am my mother’s reflection… She taught me lessons of affection, How to achieve perfection, And make an ever lasting impressio...
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There are thorns with a rose, Oh! My love, “When will you propose?” I don’t want a pink one, It stands for appreciation. App...
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Husband: Love your hubby, Since you have no choice, My dear honey. I set up alarm, For you at night. To awake you fresh, ...
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Red, Black, Blue and Grey, They were hanging in a sway. As I touched each one, My bangles rustled along the run. Thinki...
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Hinglish is a very funny language, It’s a club of English and Hindi sandwich. I often get confused, When both languages are fused....
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Mumma dear, Please come near, And hear my words in your ear. I love the way, You tuck me in my bed, After a long tiring day,...
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This my first poetry published in THE CHAMPA TREE :) neha talwar tandon ( talwarneha84@gmail.com ) shared a post from THE CHAMP...
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Loving you to the core, Making you smile in the busy shore. Leave the good, worst is also cherished, Acceptance is the key, Expectatio...
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Gazing at the stars, Heavenly bodies also surpassed, Bound with inner scars, I have loved you outlast. Wondering if wishes c...
