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Month: April 2019

Home, Sweet Home

My home, your home,
Our home, sweet home,
Home, home, sweet home,
Rightly said, no place
Is there like our home,
– The earth.

Here on this earth
We find love and life,
Life and the truth,
Truthful relationship
Is here, let us discover,
How we are in peace
And in tranquility
For all welfare.

We are for us,
And we know how to lead
A life of the complete whole.
How to reach the truth,
How to proceed forward,
How to breathe air,
How to take water, my dear,
But say touch me and
Love me and give me life
Again and again in this home,
I recognize it as unique.

by Gajanan Mishra

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The Rose That Grew From Concrete

The Rose that grew from concrete
Still beautiful in every form
Its stem is strong and sturdy
Although some petals have been torn

The petals could be tears
As it struggled to get through
The fight was rough and fierce
The weight was something new

For no other rose
Had ever gone through this road
It was given a path less traveled
It was given a tremendous load

But the rose began to grow
To everybody’s surprise
Nobody ever thought
From the concrete it would rise

Through the concrete it continued
Getting roughed up as it grew
Gaining valuable experience
Learning things it never knew

Its perseverance led to strength
As it broke through the cracks
It knew it had come this far
Why bother to look back

But the dues paid to get here
Are sometimes to be admired
It shows the character and heart
And the strength of its desire

After fighting for so long
It finally reached the light of day
It was then it knew
It didn’t want it any other way

For all of the characteristics of this rose
Have led it to persevere
The journey was dark and troublesome
But the effort was sincere

Along the way there were moments
What its mind was full of doubt
Times it had to dig deep
If it ever wanted to sprout

Now in full blossom
The rose looks back at its struggle
It beams bright with pride
For overcoming its troubles

The rose that grew from concrete
Powerful and pure
Beautiful yet rugged
After everything endured

The rose that grew from concrete
Certainly one of a kind
Love growing in the heart
Memories etched in the mind

The rose that grew from concrete
At last standing in peace
Forever living in glory
As the battle has now ceased

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Fiji, officially the Republic of Fiji,[13] is an island country in Melanesia, part of Oceania in the South Pacific Ocean about 1,100 nautical miles (2,000 km; 1,300 mi) northeast of New Zealand‘s North Island. Its closest neighbours are Vanuatu to the west, New Caledonia to the southwest, New Zealand‘s Kermadec Islands to the southeast, Tonga to the east, the Samoas and France‘s Wallis and Futuna to the northeast, and Tuvalu to the north. Fiji consists of an archipelago of more than 330 islands—of which about 110 are permanently inhabited—and more than 500 islets, amounting to a total land area of about 18,300 square kilometres (7,100 sq mi). The most outlying island is Ono-i-Lau. The two major islands, Viti Levu and Vanua Levu, account for 87% of the total population of 883,483. The capital, Suva, on Viti Levu, serves as the country’s principal cruise-ship port.[14][failed verification] About three-quarters of Fijians live on Viti Levu’s coasts, either in Suva or in smaller urban centres such as Nadi—where tourism is the major local industry[14]—or Lautoka, where the sugar-cane industry is paramount. Due to its terrain, the interior of Viti Levu is sparsely inhabited.[15] [Wikipedia]

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Chair Of Love

I wait for the day
When I will rock my ache away
On the chair we will make
Of our love. But today,
Back and forth my soul sways,
For a buried gem miles away
Keeps calling my name,
And our distance is to blame,
So the thousand miles I should mount
And learn to count,
The days left for us to meet.
But our love wouldn’t go astray,
For I will dig her up
And make her shine all over again,
Then sharp she will cut the woods
And I will begin.

by Shouvik Roy


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