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| Saturday, July 15, 2000 |
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Friends I am missing you, And I love you too. Days have passed, Since I saw you last. Time is passing by, Flowers seem to cry. Moments spent while you were close to my heart, They are like the fresh fragrance of the flower rose. Look at the way, The flowers grow everyday. Wish that even I was in that phase, with you my friends, Moving in an easy pace. Sorry, the Almighty says, The time passes by, in its own way. It drops pearls, In everybody’s lives. And in mine, dear, You my friends are the real pearls. And I am sure, you’re mine, Wherever I be, in my life, you’ll always shine. Yes, my loving friends, I am missing you, And I love you too. — Aarti Goyal |
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DAYS, oh, my sweet school days, Which were better than candies. The days when we even hated Sundays, And prayed for Mondays, Have become mere tales. When first love flushed everywhere, When teachers became friends, And farewells, debates and rallies despite study, gossip and false tales, were the schedule for the days, Are left behind, Leaving their sweet memories in my mind. — Nisha Verma
Oops! the sweltering hot days, And everyone escapes from the sun’s rays. No one can even think of an excursion, And that makes these days humdrum. In such blistering heat one can’t even go for shopping, And all become lazy bugs keeping their work pending. The only solution is to stay at home, And eat a lot of ice creams, shakes and chat and spend all the time on the telephone. But one thought gives some solace during summer, That afterwards there would be the cool, refreshing showers. — Komal Jeet
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