One word makes the difference!

Not only the kingdoms are in trouble, we are too,
When we fail to say this word BOLD and TRUE,
When we stand face to face and fail to say,
What we have to, our relationship splits,
The little gap formed gets widened,
When we are sportive to say this balmy word,
From the deep part of our mind and heart,
Many conflicts could have been avoided,
The peace could have prevailed on our rosy lawn,
When we say sorry to someone hurt, we may mend the torn,
If we don't know the values, we have to be taught,
If we pretend with intelligence, nothing can be sought.

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Are You The One?

Runs to you without stopping,
As a child just starts walking,
Are you the one, composed the tune,
That plays in his mind and are you the one,
Ordered the clouds to drizzle at her heart?
Are you the one, having the magical wand,
To address the clime in various names?
Are you the one, collaborate with the sky,
To change into beautiful colors and shy,
She is, to look into your eyes and smile?
Are you the one, heard her whispering,
From the long distance of many miles?
Are you the one, as clear as the vapor,
Spread everywhere and then condense into water?

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It is so dear!

The smoothness of it attacks them pleasantly,
It blooms slowly as the flowers that emit fragrance,
The shine of the borrowed light from the moon,
Gradually transferred to their already beautiful faces,
Neither her beauty nor his performance attract them,
What kind of bond that defines this pure affection,
Not the ionic to get separated by the passing current,
Their love is not over saturated to form the boring crystals,
They do not have the own identity with inert feelings,
They are too nascent when they are near,
They are dear to each other now and ever.

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One MAN show! !

Drafting and correcting,
proof reading and approving,
All done in the Massive Mind,
A few are drafted and corrected,
A few are drafted and never corrected,
A few are drafted, not amended,
but proof read and approved,
A few are drafted and deleted immediately,
All drafted should be deleted,
either amended or let as it is.

What a Great intelligence,
that can deliver ignorance!
What a Great efficient,
that can deliver inefficient!
What a Great Mighty,
that can deliver mysteries and miseries,
What a Great love,
that can deliver hatred and wars of flaw.

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The Wind

The cold breath of sage and kind
has become the light breeze,
touching the heart and soul,
The warm out hale of living things
has become the moderate breeze,
amazing the tired and trees,
The hot breath of lovers,
has become the strong breeze,
cleaned the dirt and rejoice the living.
The scotching breath of infidels,
has become the storm,
immense pleasure and thunderous crying.
The selfish breath of politicians,
has become the hurricane,
uprooted families and wasted nations.

Thank you Dave and Eric, your poems were the inspiration for me to write this poem.

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Please, Don't 'Laugh '! Smile!

If people smile at us, we have to smile back,
Otherwise we may offend them with our disrespect.

If people laugh at us, should we have to laugh back,
otherwise they may think that we are worms.

We are not worms for anyone to step on us,
for them to have the feeling of stepping on us.

We are the tortoises or simple snails,
when we are stepped on, Let them have that feel.

Let us be safe inside our protective wise shell,
while they shadow themselves with guilty pride.

When people have every right to laugh at us,
we have every right to laugh at them. Smile, please.

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Issues

Issues are abound and around,
Issues break the hearts astound,
Issues encourage being excellent,
Issues envisage the predicament,
Issues are the oars to push the boat,
Issues are umbrellas, get wet, not protects,
Issues issue the ticket to the ground,
Imitate the quality of the dew on the grass,
To minimize the issues as small as possible,
When the dew reflects the tallest building,
on its smallest surface without illusion,
When the dew on the grass can reflect it,
Upside down in same proportion,
Why are we, human, afraid of issues?
Make it small and solve it.

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Open Up!

Are you too scared to open up?
Are you too timid to keep the face up?
Are you afraid of the content in the envelope?
Are you thinking of insulting the sender?
When the sun shines scotching, go out to enjoy,
When it rains cats and dogs, soak into it not to be coy,
When the wind blows your shirts and blouses up,
Hold them tightly to feel the force of the giant.
Don't be scared of the contents, which may not threaten you,
When you open your mind to look into the things,
You may have the surprises of what you think,
as the nature has the wisdom,
hidden deep in the heart.

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Friendship

Let us have the friends, who knock our heads,
When we do something wrong.
Let us not have them as friends, who flatter,
And backbite at our every mistake.
Let our bond be strong enough to anchor our friendship,
at the time of troubles and misunderstanding.
Let us understand one another not only through the words and gifts,
But also through the emotions that connect us as one.
Friends don't hurt, so we have to be truthful,
Friends may lie as they don't want us to be tearful,
Friends are sweet and they encourage what we do,
Friends stand on our side when we cry for support.

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A Love Letter Received By A Wrong Person!

A letter intended for someone, received,
The post man clouded with confused doubts,
As the letter was registered, a sign needed,
When the cloaked person's same old pen signed,
The post man smiled at his pretentious friend,
Whom he knew for many months, the elf,
Changed into a seraph, fully made up,
when The sleeve was pulled up, wrinkles seen,
The same old name carried same old IC number,
He scratched his head with unbelief,
Why a person must put make up as old and young,
Even at his own home, either he wanted to impress,
Himself or fool the visitors who are unaware.

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