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what they talk about.
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Jan 20, 2009 5:56 am
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A girl asked to her friend,
listen bela,
when these boys are alone,
standing always in corner,
what they talk abaout?
Rosy,whispered in her ear,
The same honey,we talked about.
bela opend her eyes widely,
and said, in horrified way!
O ! my God ! how shameless,
they are.
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Life is every where.
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Jan 18, 2009 1:25 am
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Life is every whre
A old model bycycle,A motercycle too,
some wooden boxes,
damege statues,Big sized old pots,
aome brocken tools,like spaners and axes.
Dumped in a room,since a long time,
We called this room,a junck room,
that room having some more proprties,
As dampness,various odd smell,
left for years without broom.
One day, myson,
carried me there,
dady ! dady! Sone voices are coming,
I think One ghost is here,
Dont worry son,Just wait,then your ghost will run-off.
I opend the door,went inside the room.
Oh! some pair of birds,
In their nest,gambling and jumping,
so many birds chirping there.
Where there is security,life is there,
Life is every where.
{my creation}
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PRINCIPLES
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Jan 17, 2009 1:23 am
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PRICIPLES
The young boy retuned to his town after complete his school.
He fall in love with a girl.
One day he said to his father: dady I am in love with a girl
she lived near our house.
His father told him that: My son she is in our coloney so
she is your sister,
and remember it ! dont say a word to your mother.
So many times this repeated and all the time his father says
She is your sis and dont tell it to your mom.
the boy now 22 years old he told all to his mom.
She suddenly burst out dont! listen him he is not your father
Son horrified and asked ! Why mom. How can it be.
Mom said with a cold voice.
The priciples my son! your fathers priciples.
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Oh ! Lord let me be foolish
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Jan 10, 2009 2:37 pm
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" O! Lord let me be foolish "
What peoples doing,
where they going.
what the progress, what is low,
what is high.
flying in the sky,sarching in space,
what type of this race.just turn your face.
without medicines, without food,
without cloths and shelter.
millions peoples are dying
for a grain,for a rain,they are crying.
A blind race,peoples are going mad,
like a covered eyes horse,a blind target,
collecting gold,consructing towers,
hurridly snaching ,stoling powers.
some pointing you are mad,
see that is why,we enjoing life
what is the enjoyment,a plate of luxury food,
a glass of wine,or a moment of sex,Burntout like wax.
god gifted all the things for all,
give a gaze to dying person,
those are in crises,
Oh! what did you say?I am foolish!
If, this is foolishness,
then, I am foolish.
Oh! lord why you gave it, for all.
I am your son,If, you are right ?
LET ME BE FOOLISH,LET ME BE FOOLISH,LET ME BE FOOLISH.......
Kumarsambhava
{my creation}
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Innocent
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Jan 8, 2009 9:19 am
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INNOCENT BOY (A JOKE) One day a teacher asked a question to their student ,but nobody had answered the question.
The teacher went angree,she yelled that all of you are foolish.
She taken a stick in her hand and shouted aloud.
Tell me who is the leader of this foolish persons class. Stand up...immediatly ....I want to see himmmm..
In pin-drop-silence a very cute small boy opticles on eyes slowly standup.The teacher cluched his ear hard and said.
Ohhh.. You are the leader of these foolish boys.
very weak voice came out.
No... madam.. actually you are standing alone..........
that is why......I
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A affection of mother
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Jan 7, 2009 10:54 am
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The earth given birth,
Named her son "Tree",
her son gradually devoloping,
in the air free,
day by day, her son,trying to tuch sky.
long and long, high and high,up to sky.
getting young the son ,muscles developing,
so many branches,were, devoloping,
leaves are shining,flowers are flavouring.
when air meets him, tree gets dancing,
the mother earth,continuosily looking,
with all affection, to her son,
with all the proud,streatend her head,
mother says that he is my son.
earth dosenot missed the moment,
she want to kiss the forehead of her brave son.
but tree dosenot understand,what is the emmotional band.
how can he undersatand. maternal affection,
because,threr is so many,frictions.
tree, the son don't want to be bowed down,
he never learned to throw his crown,
he just learn,go and go high and high.
his mother the earth,
living now under the shadow of her son,
without light of sun, ,water and air,going burn,
day by day geting weak,she one day ask the storm,
tell my son to bow down I want to kiss his forehead.
tell the rain water to let me tuch my sons forehead.
but no body helped her.earth told to air that tell my son.
to bow down,i want to kiss him and tell him congratulations.
her son the tree tell to air that told my mother.
I am happy here .be live carefull there.
the mother told to her self that ohh!My!son.
you dont undersatand!
what is the maternal affection.i am your mother .
who1
HOLDING,
your roots,
FEEDING YOU, SINCE ,YOU BORN.
be,carefull my son, be,carefull my son, be careful,!!
(KUMARSAMBHAVA)
{my creation}
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HUNGR AND TERRORISM
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Jan 6, 2009 10:11 am
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LAST Few years world seen the riots which comes from crises of food.The prices of food and crude oil went to high peek.SubSahara african,were facing hunger and poverty.North Africanarea,Afganistan,filistine,Iraq and eastrn pakistan areas are under clutching of arms culture.Poverty, uneducation and ignorance were giving currage to orthodox mejority to unite and cultivate the arms culture in these area.they are pushing the modern world thousands of years back again.Now this is the time to alarm and arises the world for give attention on actual problems.Army is not the solution of every problem.
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A short story
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Jan 6, 2009 9:04 am
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A SHORT STORY A woodsman went to forest for collection of some woods.He was young and very handsome .A angel was there she impressed with his personality and offered herself for marrige.
The woodsman told her that he is very poor person,after
selling these woods he will purchase some food for his family to eat.
Angel smiled and gave him a full bag of gold coin with insructions that go to home, make full arrangement for his family, settled them and come back to me.
After two months woodsman came back to forest at the same place.Angel was waiting for him.She glad to saw him and hurridly came to near and told. Oh! my love come with me. we will marry now.
Woodsman told her that there is no need of marrige with you.
She said- why?
Woodsman smiled and told her- Now my wife is looking much more buitiful then you.
(A Arebian story)
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