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why do we fall in love

Why do we fall in love and not raise. Why to hide it and not praise. It’s as pure as god himself and not a mere craze Why do we fall in love and not raise It’s not the game of mind then why to maze It’s the heart that do chase The one it truly feels for and praise Why do we fall in love and not raise. Though it has in it both good and bad phase. Yet it has the power in it to make one raise Why do we fall in love and not raise. Love has the strength to stand fearlessly in all case It do brings the sorrow which we need to face But why triumph and happiness is for what we gaze. PRACHI KAPOOR

The truth that reveals the life

The life is not always the way we need. Its bitter truth is in the eyes of a mother who do not have enough for her child to feed. The poverty binds her from providing her child ‘’a life’’ that he should lead. Thus, in his hand he will never have the books to read. And will be bound to grow on the roadside as a weed. Who will be recognized for no good deed. Is this, from life, what we need? The life is not always the way we need. Ignorance of government towards their priority of need, Make them feel as if they are weed. It’s such moments when the life looks like an unwanted book to read. Especially when one feels isolated from their own breed. The need of recognisation makes them do certain unwanted deed, But the essential thing they need, Is to have something to feed. The life is not always the way we need. Even after 63 years of independence it’s still difficult for us to have a little faith and creed, On the system which fails to provide it’s nation to feed. Why the life is not alway

know if you can

I am not a saint, I am not a Jew. Hence, lines about me are not more, they are very few. My friends do know me, for them I am not new. About me they have their own different view. I am not a saint, I am not a Jew. Yet, I look the life with a simple and elegant view. I love solving mysteries of life which generally arrives in a queue. I do not open up and share with all but, with few. I am not a saint, I am not a Jew. I am sentimental yet pragmatic, and this combination is new. I don’t believe in breaking apart because those strings of heart can never renew. The one who stay in heart will always have the same venue. I am not a saint, I am not a Jew. I like exploring the horizons which are new. The enigmatic and nostalgic thirst of leading the life with a different view, Makes me a different person from the rest, yet, among the few. I am not a saint, I am not a Jew. Laughter and humor Is something I need to have in my menu. This is all about me which I knew, Yet, about me you can have yo