My Shukkus
Far away on the destiny
I met a person who was not so funny
Calm and silent world, he would like
I knew he was not crazy as Mike
Peace was in his eyes, heart was stoned
At mornings 5: 30 he phoned
The light of his words, I felt dreamy
His thoughts are warm and steamy
Reach of stars which scattered the sky are in his thoughts
Wind of feelings touched my face against all the noughts
Parents named him as shukkur
For me he is much more secure
I liked him double and mixed
Our funny friendship was always fixed
poem by Monica kulal
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They are starving for happiness
They are starving for happiness
Their belly is full of mess
Joy is their food
Without it their dead
Starving all way of hunger
Cry in every saw they looked
Fingers are in cold, shivering
They are starving for happiness
Mind looked in every crying eye
Drops let fall. As they saw
No mistakes done, no wonder
They are starving for happiness
Open hair, all scenes amazing
No soft blow of air, nothing
They can’t survive more
They are starving for happiness
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poem by Monica kulal
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