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A NEW DAY IS BORN

A NEW DAY IS BORN   At the crack of dawn,  A new day is born.  The owls yawn.  Baby deer is called a fawn.   Little birds woke,  To each other they spoke,  “Good morning, good morning”  Slowly the sun started shinning  Spreading heat and light,  With all its might.   The cattle moo in the meadows,  Squirrels play in the trees’  shadows,  Little calf jumps around It’s mother,  who is bound.   The farmers’ in the fields,  Busy counting their yields.  And lazybones are still asleep,  Dreaming of bleating sheep.   By Meera Krishnan

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind   by William Shakespeare Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly: Then heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, That does not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As a friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly: Then heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly.

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LOVE AND DEVOTION

LOVE AND DEVOTION Man loves a woman, woman loves a man Love a devotion is the master plan. To express your love needs some culture It's not a game of prey and vulture, Life is not sex and boy/girl friends, It is offered by God to make historic trends, Lets create golden history for the future, Or not just forgotten by people just like a simple creature. By Ankush Davar

My Best Friend

 My Best Friend     Although you live far away from me,   I always feel like you are with me.   I love to share my happiness with you,  I love to share my sadness with you.   To me you are an idol of glee,  And our friendship means a lot to me,   You are an ocean of happiness;  you are a pond of joy,  You are the rays of sunshine that  brought amusement to my life.   I like sharing my thoughts with you,  Because you are such a wonderful person to be around.   My life would have been a tragedy without you,  I am lucky to have a friend like you.

Dream Deferred

Dream Deferred What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

All the World's a Stage

All the World's a Stage   by William Shakespeare All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved,...

A Lover's Complaint

A Lover's Complaint   by William Shakespeare FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive of straw, Which fortified her visage from the sun, Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw The carcass of beauty spent and done: Time had not scythed all that youth begun, Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age. Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne, Which on it had conceited characters, Laundering the silken figures in the brine That season'd woe had pelleted in tears, And often reading what contents it bears; As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe, In clamours of all size, both high and low. Sometime...

A Fairy Song

A Fairy Song  by William Shakespeare Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Resolution And Independence

Resolution And Independence  by William Wordsworth I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters. II All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops;--on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. III I was a Traveller then upon the moor, I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy: The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy....

Lines Written In Early Spring

Lines Written In Early Spring   by William Wordsworth I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure:-- But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

William Blake Quotes

William Blake Quotes "A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent." "Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you." "Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death." "As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers." "Better murder an infant in its cradle than nurse an unacted desire." "Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white." "Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?" "Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place." "Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence." "Eternity is in love with the productions of time." "Every harlot was a virgin once." "E...

Infant Sorrow

Infant Sorrow   by William Blake My mother groand! my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud: Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my fathers hands: Striving against my swaddling bands: Bound and weary I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast.

The Angel

The Angel   by William Blake I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen: Guarded by an Angel mild; Witless woe, was neer beguil'd! And I wept both night and day And he wip'd my tears away And I wept both day and night And hid from him my hearts delight So he took his wings and fled: Then the morn blush'd rosy red: I dried my tears & armd my fears, With ten thousand shields and spears. Soon my Angel came again; I was arm'd, he came in vain: For the time of youth was fled And grey hairs were on my head

My Pretty Rose Tree

My Pretty Rose Tree  by William Blake A flower was offered to me; Such a flower as May never bore. But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree. And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree: To tend her by day and by night. But my Rose turnd away with jealousy: And her thorns were my only delight.

The Moon

The Moon Look at the rising moon, The glowing moon, the growing moon, Between the stars, in the skies, It has to grow, it will grow… It reminds me of a prince on chariot, Wandering for his princess… & the princess looking at the moon, To get the glimpse of him, And, the moon smiling back at her, And, moon waiting to grow The moon in the calmness, The moon growing slow… It reminds me of my infancies, When I looked at moon Thought I would hold it when it would come down, & wanted it to come down soon… And, the moon always in the stars, Going everywhere- closer and far, And, moon looks tranquil… Seems, it has no need to get fulfilled… It reminds me of infinity… Infinite love and tenderness… Preaching the world to be calm Trying all broken hearts & things to darn… And, the moon says it all… The love, the care, and the smoothness it shows to all… Oh! I like the growing moon… See, it teaches us all!

The Girl Child

The Girl Child Stop killing a baby girl She is like a precious pearl A fairy landed on earth Stop killing them And give them birth She nurtures her family And fulfills all the responsiblity Being a daughter, wife, mother She is exceptional No one is like her. From a tender age she is working To make her family fully accomplished. Love her, protect her, free her. Because she is exceptional And no one is like her. If you kill her, there will be no life. And one day will come when there will be all husbands and no wife.

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