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One day without electricity

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One day without electricity,
I feel like a fish out of the sea.

without nothing whizzing, spinning and blaring constantly
makes my day go by quietly.

Without the internet which connects me to humanity
It feels like my umbilical chord’s been cut off abruptly.

I smile and wander at my inability
to live my life without electricity.

My phone is dead, my food is stale,
Ironing clothes piled up in bales.

My croaking voice is the only music I get,
Which I am sure my neighbors will object.

One day without electricity
I wonder how simple life would have been.
Without gadgets delivering my information instantly
I am sure my time would have been spent much more creatively.

By Nimmu

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Even This Will Pass Away!

Once in Persia reigned a king
Who upon a signet ring
Carved a maximum strange and wise
When held before his eyes
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every change and chance
Solemn words and these were they
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY!”

Trains of camel through the sand
Brought him gems from samercand.
Flees of galleys over the seas
Brought him pearls to rival these
But he counted little gain
Treasures of mine or main
What is wealth? The kind would say
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY!”

Mid the pleasure of his court,
At the zenith of theor sport
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests
Seated midst the figs and wines
Said the kings “Ah friends of mine.”
Pleasure comes but not to stay,
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY!”

Women fairest ever seen
Was the bride he crowned as queen.
Pillowed on the marriage bed
Whispering to his soul he said
Though no monarch ever pressed
Fairer bosom to his breast
Moral flesh is only clay.
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY!”

Fighting on the furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tortured side
Pain is hard to bear he cried
But with patience day by day
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY!”

Towering in a public square
Forty cubits in the air
And the king disguised unknown
Gazed upon his sculptured named
And he pondered “What is fame?”
Fame is but a slow decay!
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY!”

Struck with palsy, sore and old
Waiting at the gates of gold
Said he with dying breath
Life is done, but what is DEATH?
Then an answer to the king
Fell a sun beam on his ring
Showing by a heavenly ray
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY!”

Author – Unknown

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Laugh and this world laughs with you…

Laugh and this world laughs with you,
Weep and you weep alone;
For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth
It has sorrow enough of its own.
Sing and the hills will answer,
Sigh! It is lost in the air.
The echoes do bound a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice and men will seek you.
Grieve and they turn and go.
They want full measures of all your pleasure
But they do not want your woe.
Be glad and your friends are many
Be sad and you lose them all.
There is none to decline your nectar wine.
But alone you must drink your life’s gall.
Feast and your halls are crowded,
Fast and world goes by.
But no one can help you die
There is room in the halls of pleasure.
For a long and lonely train
But one by one w must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Author – Unknown

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A little

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Dab a little,
Paint a little,
Sing a little,
Dance a little,
Find out what you love.

Weave a little,
Explore a little,
Plant a little,
Play a little,
Find time to do what you love.

Laze a little,
Navigate the maze a little,
Write a little,
To try and find your fiddle.

When you have discovered your mettle,
Don’t hesitate to showoff a little
and play your own tune tonight!

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In my perfect world…

In my perfect world,
We will live without borders
Reach out to one another in time of disorder.

In my perfect world,
We will speak a language everyone understands
Leave our egos and love will outstand.

In my perfect world,
Not one human goes to bed hungry without food
We will strive to provide and share all that is good.

In my perfect world,
Money will not be our currency of trade
But talents and services will be exchanged.

In my perfect world,
Whatever we manufacture will be degradable
That which is not, will at least be reusable.

In my perfect world,
For every tree that is cut down
A thousand will be planted.
Animals will be given space to wander.
We will let them live without human encounter.

In my perfect world,
Every child will be cherished and taught about this magical place,
So that he grows up to protect and guard it and leaves it
better than the previous human race.

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From God

If you could see yourself the way I see you,
You are as beautiful as a flower that has bloomed
Filled with talents that are bestowed only to you.

You are unique as every leaf on a tree
unique as the eye that you see

Look within and let your diamond shine
You have within you a little gold mine

Give it for the welfare of humanity
and make this beautiful planet a little better before you leave.