A small dying leaf,
Told me in brief,

Failure to achieve,
Is a way to deceive,

The painstaking efforts,
Made for long months,

All of them went in vain,
This might make you insane,

From being a sprout to bud,
I faught for life in mud,

Now, I am hoping against hope,
To survive and cope,

It might appear gruesome,
But I'll begin to blossom,

The flowers will bloom,
Fighting this despondent gloom,

My journey is long,
I must stay strong,

As often as I ponder,
My hopes grow fonder.

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POETRY FORMAT- VILLANELLE
TOPIC- THE LONGEST FLIGHT

Oh, the day I was eager to reach before time in any state.
Happened to be the longest I had to wait even when I was flying fast.
With a heavy heart they said the flight is late.

 
An urge to meet my family after donkey years, maybe eight.
My mind kept on reminiscing experiences of past.
Oh, the day I was eager to reach before time in any state.

 
I waited patiently, did not get into any debate.
I looked at the cabin crew with hopes in my eyes at last.
With a heavy heart they said the flight is late.


This story is simple for anyone to relate.
The test of patience and tolerance is not an easy one to surpass.
Oh, the day I was eager to reach before time in any state.

 
The love of my mother’s wishes kept me blessed in times of hate.
I wanted to rush and hug her tight without any further question to ask.
With a heavy heart they said the flight is late.

From a distance I saw an albatross, his wings were long and great.
 It masters soaring flights without touching land for years, taught a lesson to outlast.
Oh, the day I was eager to reach before time in any state.
With a heavy heart they said the flight is late.

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The moment I had been waiting for,
The feeling when it arrived is what I adore,
Hardwork paid off after one month ended,
My happiness was extreme and unbounded,
Countless were the things I wanted to buy,
But the hard earned money denied,
Being neither a miser nor a spendthrift,
I decided to gave it to my parents as a gift,
Who gave me everything I ever asked for,
My heart wishes each day to give them more,
Distributing it among my family members,
Was the best feeling that my heart remembers,
That day, I slept with a smile on my face,
And with an urge to work harder than my pace,
For real happiness lies in their smile,
The job done right makes the life worthwhile.

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At the age of nine,
I was doing just fine,
Eagerness had it's grip,
On me to take down trip,
On a road less walked on,
With a leap of faith to step on,
Wearing my helmet tightly,
My feet on the pedals to act rightly,
And my hands firmly held the handle,
But the speed could easily dwindle,
And I fell more than twice,
But my father didn't chastise,
Taught me to ride step by step,
To ride bravely without any help,
His lessons were life saving,
For anyone who is chasing,
Not just a destination,
But also a goal or a competition,
That no matter how times we fail,
We can always try to sail,
Through stormy weather,
Causing fear and tremor,
As long as we don't quit,
There is always a room for us to fit.

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My words will live longer than I,
Keeping my spirit alive even after I die,
If you ever miss me when I'll be gone,
My words will be there to count upon,
For, if I can make my readers connect,
That would be more than I can expect,
I shall be grateful for what I've become,
Living in one's memories is the best outcome.

_anotherdaysasdimpy_

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When darkness descends,
Gloominess tries to befriend,
The life turns incredibly heavy,
A burdens too tough to carry,
Preciousness can't be fathomed,
All hopes are then abandoned,
My mind becomes frightened,
Clogged enough to see the end,
Oh, All my strength and power escape,
To an unknown place to reshape,
Like a lost soul I remember thee,
Imagining my hand holding thine,
Thy blessings are my only hope,
To endure strength more than I can cope,
Thou are full of mercy and love,
Thine blessings shine from above,
Oh, My father in heaven,
Here goes my confession,
I am nothing without thee,
Show me the path, I plea,
Life blossoms at thy end,
Ends before we can comprehend,
I am grateful and seek forgiveness,
As I kneel and pray for kindness,
I bow before thee, the highest power,
My saviour for today and forever.

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A thinking which strengthens the mind,
To remain humble and more kind,
A view which sees the possibilities,
Which help in working on vulnerabilities,
Which encourages us to do better tomorrow,
To forgive ourselves and let go of sorrow,
To stay more positive and optimistic,
Motivating us to become more creative and artistic,
Wisdom is achieved when hardwork meets excellence,
Where failures become reason of persistence,
It's possible only through a systematic approach,
With a progressive thinking, keeping the pessimism to encroach.

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"A profession which creates all other professions"
Just like,
A word is needed to fabricate a beautiful poetry
A small brick is needed to make a giant house
A tiny droplet is needed to make a huge ocean
Similarly,
A teacher is needed to turn a child into prodigy

The stepping stones to any progress in future
begins from a great start, from our alma mater.
The guru or mentor who enlightens our path to success holds the foremost position in our life.
For our success is the result of their continuous and strenuous efforts. From their carrot and stick policy to turning every difficult task into an easy one, to making learning a captivating activity, all their teachings will remain a part of me.
A token of gratitude to my dear teachers, mentors and guru for their contribution in shaping me into who I am today.

Blessed to have amazing teachers.
Blessed to become a teacher.

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Not just a half, or a three-forth,
Everyday I need the whole you,
Like the poles of south and north,
We attract each other more than we knew.

Promises are usually fragile,
Words are often disguised,
Many are credulous and naive,
They fall under the trap of lying eyes.

What I intend to make you feel,
Is the trust in our love each day a little more,
The bond which is above the reel,
Is being nurtured unalterably from the core.

My love for you rises as each passes,
You shall remain my better half till my death,
Whenever we fight the love surpasses,
Me and my love stand by you till my last breath.

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The rebel in me is still alive,
even after the storm it survived,
It's the only cause of my existence,
My strength unleashes my resistance.

Bewildered, puzzled and confounded,
I'm still not convinced with the idea propounded,
With less eloquence and judgement,
The conceptions clash with predicament,

I take a stand for what is right,
No one can fight from my side,
Being a rebel with the world which is outside,
Being a rebel with the world which is inside.

Some may call me rebellious,
A reckless and an audacious,
Some may understand my intentions,
That it's all about a different perception.

What is pure is deemed as evil,
Not every disruption creates upheaval,
I have come so far to thrive,
The rebel in me is still alive.

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