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Avinash Naik

Born: 24 OCT 2002 Zodiac sign: Scorpio MBTI type: INFP SGM iTeach Alumnus 2019 Arts Student Interests: Writing, Drama, Music, Art, Reading, Traveling, Sport(cricket especially), etc. Email: Avinash.naik.ssgm@gmail.com

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Freedom from self

It has been a huge time living in a self-created mirror,
A mirror at which I look at and feel guilty of being myself,
I know it's taking me far from the noisy world there!
But I am jealous seeing the freely flying birds,
And those caterpillars transforming into butterflies.
Frankly, an uneasiness is here itching at me,
Denying me to enjoy the various seasons,
Now allowing me to hum the cherry tune of life.
Now! Should I break the shackles,
And add the term "Freedom" in my dictionary;
Or be in my world making my own created script for further plays,
Disappear as the time calls upon...

#poem

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A Soldier's Wife

I remember when I was young, with dreams to have a good husband and a supportive family in future. I was 18 when my hands were yellowed. It was very delighting that time, to obtain my hand-holder with whom I am gonna be traveling a long journey. After spending a stint together, we had two girls. Till that everything was fine but an epistle ruined every dream I had seen. My husband was commanded to join a serious mission at Amritsar. There itself I recognized that Surya was a Soldier. I queried that why did he hid this from me? My parents-in-law replied that they didn't want me to not be a part of their family, by marrying their son. Inevitably, I had to relocate to Amritsar with weeps in heart about the fragments of my dreams. From there me and my family became a part of a nomadic life, moving from station to station, me being separated from my husband for long stretches of time. There was always a constant fear that my hand-holder is somewhere near the sensitive areas in the country...

At that time it was a huge challenge for me to look after my two girls' nourishment and education, as well as, giving time to family. The only respite from the toil every year was when Surya would come home for a few days on his leave. For us words were less to interact after a long time, but it was transient meeting him...just once in a blue moon. Though, my family didn't hesitate to make me happy always.

On the other hand, my child-hood friends used to praise about their husbands in front of me, trying to make me envious. But I knew that their husbands were worth praising while mine was worth remembering. I would not hesitate in calling myself, Surya's shadow. As I am equally a part of living a nomadic life like him. Moreover, there isn't much difference between us. I just protect my family in a corner bearing with tribulations, while he protects every Indian families, in which we indeed included. And that's the words of pride to say...

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Sun's autobiography

When it's always a struggle to get out of bed,
My rays soon disturbs the dewish field;
When it isn't viable to get rid of blankets,
My rays help the numb creature to be healed...

When the gardens puts away the winter suits,
I notice the blooms persistently praying me;
When I am on my prior duty,
I deny attention to the whispering bee...

Due to the circumstances,
I become angry and fierce sometimes;
Being the reason for drought and deserts,
I am blamed for the crimes ...

On perusing my mistakes,
I support the weeping skies;
Being the architect of the greeny victory,
makes my relation with the land of life go on high...

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Avinash Naik

I'm neither a garrulous person,
nor as aggressive as the fierce Sun;
Just as calm as the silver Moon,
agreeing with everyone very soon.

I prefer to read book,
to identify how an exemplary life look;
Considering it as my friend,
never wanting this camaraderie ever
come to an end.

I'm rather conspicuous in studies,
but someone's sturdy support is its keys;
Believes knowledge should be shared,
considering it as a rare flowing air.

But something is lacking behind,
if it comes in front of me I'll never mind;
I am an emerald covered with snow,
having anticipation it'll someday glow... This is my first English poem which I wrote way back in 8'th Grade, when my English teacher(Amey Bhaiya) on a poetic centered class, told us to write a poem on self. That's where I actually started writing with full passion and desire.

This is my first English poem which I wrote way back in 8'th Grade, when my English teacher(Amey Bhaiya) on a poetic centered class, told us to write a poem on self. That's where I actually started writing with full passion and desire.

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