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Poetry is the food of soul.so here in this page, there is some poems from different poets.i hope you willl like them. ---> Who Am I?<--- Who am I? If mom wants me to be What I don't want to be And dad wants me to be What I can't be And my friends want me to be What I'm afraid to be And everyone wants me to be What I'm not But no one wants me to be Who I am It seems no one is happy with What I am All of my family wants me to be like them I'm so confused I don't understand Tell me Do you know who I am?
Flowers Of My Memory Flowers Of My Memory: Good days never end, i think in begining. But now i came to relize that, good days are like smile of your face, which is fadeing day by day, or pitch of your sound, which is losing its beauty mintue after mintue. I never forget the moment when i touch your lily like hand, kiss your sky like face and drowned in your sea like eyes. At that moment i thought good days never end. But after losing you i came to relize that good days are no more.