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Death of me Explained

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The Death of Me- Explained  There used to be a part of me, Innocent and also sweet, Didn’t know about the world, Full of negativity, Having all my empathy, For the world that doesn’t need it, Just so eager to stay neat, All in front of living meat. In the first stanza, a person had a part of herself that was very soft, kind, sweet and innocent. But little did this person know about the word that is filled with negativity and this person always had empathy for everyone. The poet also tells that this person is so eagered to look neat and good in front of others that it goes prey in front of them. The "living meat" is the metaphor used by the poet to refer to the bad people whose humanity is dead. Gave more than enough to be,   Thinking of the courtesy. They did not deserve any, So that part is dead in me. Where to bury or cremate, Sadness for too much at stake, So I eat and drink that flesh.   Just to find myself in st ate. In the second stanza, the poet says that she gave more

Death of me- Poem by swara

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  POEM-  Death of Me There used to be a part of me, Innocent and also sweet, Didn’t know about the world, Full of negativity, Having all my empathy, For the world that doesn’t need, Just so eager to stay neat, All in front of living meat. Gave more than enough to be, Thinking of the courtesy. They did not deserve any, So that part is dead in me. Where to bury or cremate, Sadness for too much at stake, So I eat and drink that flesh. Just to find myself in state. Had some therapies and healing, Still cannot forget the feeling, Being betrayed by traitors cheating, I did not see, kept them feeding. Didn’t think it was my fate, Troubles that wicked men gave, Somehow, I just got engaged, To step back, was pretty late. Soon or late I realized, It was too much compromise, I should have been minding business, Not for others, just for mine. So I killed that part of me, Which others used well to shine. Fools think it's over for me, B

Scooty Ride- A Poem by Swara

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Scooty ride Roaming all around the town, Riding with my helmet on, Felt some hunger so I try Looking for some food that’s fried. Google map could do no good. Stop at signal, horns are loud, Red lights turning green astound, Make me feel my breath all out, Don’t know where to turn around, Lost my way but I still found. In my city in my town, There’s no way that can't be found, Gomti Nagar has it all, All the ways, I learn like noun. Narrow roads and shortcut lanes, No big vehicle can take, I can even make my way, In between the narrow space, That no bus or truck invade, It's so easy to escape. Cars and risksha, I don’t like, Fast or slow they can't arrive, So I love my scooty ride, Yes, i love my scooty ride. -Swara Most of us ride a motorbike or a scooty, and we know it's convenience, but never do we appreciate it enough. So this poem is dedicated to my Scooty and my riding experience. Like it? SUPPORT BY SHARING AND BRINGING IN MORE VIEWS. THANKYOU!

TAMARA IS A LOSER- Short Story

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TAMARA IS A LOSER                           There was a girl in a small town who was very greedy. Her name was Tamara, she was brilliant in studies but still felt jealous when someone scored better than her. Her parents used to tease her for scoring less while she was the only one in the class, who scored better. One day when the whole class had gone for the assembly, she tried to open the bag of Samira, who was also a topper of the class. Tamara found her notes for the upcoming exam. She thought that if she steals her notebook, Samira would not be able to pass her exams. She not only steals it, but also burns it while she is on the way to her house. After few weeks the exams started. During the exam, Tamara was busy watching at Samira's table and didn’t attempt the questions properly. But Samira looked very focused and confident but not at all panic. Tamara assumed that Samira is acting. But just in few months when the results came out. All the toppers were called out one by one,

Rose and the Sunflower

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  Short Description The sunflower and the rose are being personified in the story below. They question the traits of each other while letting each other see it through live examples, rather than answering immediately they proved that what is acquired by them, gives them security from mishappenings and strength to live. It is an interesting short story that reveals the moral of the story by the end. Comment your views about the story. SHORT Story In the morning!                            When the sun was rising, the rose woke up and bloomed beautifully. The same way the sunflowers, raised their heads and slowly faced towards the sun, from where it rises and till where it sets (from East to West). One of the roses used to notice that all the sunflowers do the same, but little did she know, why. Even the sunflowers noticed something about the roses and asked one day, 'So beautiful, so blooming, yet why do you all have spikes on your body (the stem)?' The rose responded wi

10 BROWN PARENT MISTAKES

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If you are an Indian, you really are desperate to see if the content is highly relatable. So let me tell you already. All of it is true, it's just your brown parents who don't let you believe in the facts that cause them to pay for something that you like and they don't. You are your life's big decision maker but they make you feel your whole life, that you are incapable of doing so. So, read this and walk YOUR WALK. Here we go, No curricular activities Comparison with others No career counseling No Hygiene practices Forcing interaction with annoying relatives No privacy No Rules for use of Mobile Phone No Sex Education Not worthy of trust Embarrassing in public 1. CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES A child's mind is an empty space, the more you fill it with books, the weaker it makes the body. One must work on other areas to keep all aspects like emotions, mental health as well as physical health, balanced. Bookish knowledge is important. But deve