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"Poem Title: "The Child In Me" By: Evangelist Moses Kelvin Fembeh. At home and school, the famous child, Susan. Dad's favorite and mum's best, Being the first child Mum always calls, Suzie! come; And when I look at Dad, his lovely smiles keeps me sturdy in the home. Dad & mum obey me, And cheers me up and spoilt me with gifts. Being stylish at my behavior, bothersome my mum becomes. At school, my aunty also obey me at once. At school I'm easy-going In reality I'm stilly, But, I won't be taking care by a temerarious, Nanny. Aunty at school is loving, caring, and compassionate, At school, I'm apprehended from causing problem, But her unconditional love is unbeatable and extraordinary and it's a protective shield, To me, my parents and aunty, are everything. I harkens to them all. Yeah though Promised I made to be transformed but the child in me Keeps growing until. At five, My child in me, Impuissant A wandering young Suzie at school. My parents at work, Calling my aunty to check on me at the stated clock Under my aunty protective shields, At school am perfectly okay. Though eager I become to see my parents, When I look around the school premises, I find no relative I tend to cling to my aunty Betty, and my peers, My 'first day at school was boring, I preserved the child in me. My Aunty, My sweet aunty at school applauded me, for being calm. The child in me explodes on the following weeks, And work becomes hectic but just fine by aunty, Being a foreigner to my first, ever school, I noted new things, such as learning to talk and singing rhymes. Rhyme: Johnny Johnny Yes Pa; Eating Sugar, No Papa Telling lies, no Papa, Open your mouth Hahahahahaha🤣🤣haha"!!! What a toilsome and observant Aunty! She can predict my every mood and act with confidentiality. I am the luckiest child on Earth to be loved and cared by my parents. The child in me grows The child in me inactive at five The child in me awesome to Daddy, The child in me bothersome to mum, The child in me hectic for aunty at school. The child in me beautiful in my eyes. The child in me... All I could say metamorphoses ® Copyright Reserved © Evangelist Moses Kay. 15th October, 2019."

Poem Title: "The Child In Me"

By: Evangelist Moses Kelvin Fembeh.

At home and school, the famous child, Susan.

Dad's favorite and mum's best,
Being the first child
Mum always calls, Suzie! come;
 And when I look at Dad, his lovely smiles keeps me sturdy in the home. 

Dad & mum obey me,
And cheers me up and spoilt me with gifts.

Being stylish at my behavior,  bothersome my mum becomes.
At school, my aunty also obey me at once.

At school I'm easy-going
In reality I'm stilly,
But, I won't be taking care by a temerarious, Nanny. 

Aunty at school is loving, caring, and compassionate,

At school, I'm apprehended from causing problem, 
But  her unconditional love is unbeatable and extraordinary and it's a protective shield,
To me, my parents and aunty, are everything. I harkens to them all.

Yeah though
 Promised I made to be transformed but the child in me
Keeps growing until.

At five,
My child in me,  Impuissant  A wandering young Suzie at school.

My parents at work,
Calling my aunty to check on me at the stated clock
Under my aunty protective shields,
 At school am perfectly okay.

Though eager I become to see my parents, 
When I look around the school premises, I find no relative
 I tend to cling to my aunty Betty, and my peers,

My 'first day at school was boring, I preserved the child in me. 

My Aunty, 
My sweet aunty at school applauded me, for being calm.

The child in me
 explodes on the following weeks, 
And work becomes hectic but just fine by aunty,

Being a foreigner to my first, ever school, 
I noted  new things, such as learning to talk and singing rhymes. 

 Rhyme:

 Johnny Johnny Yes Pa;
Eating Sugar,
No Papa
Telling lies, no Papa, 
Open your mouth
Hahahahahaha🤣🤣haha"!!!

What a toilsome and observant Aunty!
 She can predict my every mood and act with confidentiality.
 
I am the luckiest child on Earth to be loved and cared by my parents. 

The child in me grows
The child in me inactive at five
The child in me awesome to Daddy,
The child in me bothersome to mum,
The child in me hectic for aunty at school.
The child in me beautiful in my eyes.
The child in me...
All I could say metamorphoses 

® Copyright Reserved
© Evangelist Moses Kay. 

15th October, 2019.

A Child In Me

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"veriyan Di Hik Ute Son WaliyeSadi Yaad Ta Jrurr Aondi Hougi"

veriyan Di Hik Ute Son WaliyeSadi Yaad Ta Jrurr Aondi Hougi

veriyan Di Hik Ute Son WaliyeSadi Yaad Ta Jrurr Aondi Honi

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"When I was three months old, crying in the crib Drooling saliva and blowing bubbles, Wailing and throwing tantrums, even kicking my favourite plushie to the ground, maybe because of hunger or messing up my diaper, It wasn't you who came to shush me, dear. I don't remember you taking me in your arms and singing a soothing song to calm me up, Neither did you changed my diaper and feed me semi liquid baby food, My eyes caught the glimpse of my mother, With an ever lasting beautiful smile, as radiant as the brightest stars of summer. Days passed, months went way too fast, I started going to school, probably started complaing at the breakfast table too. Waking up for school was something I loathed every morning, Completing my Homeworks on time was never my thing, I was way too mischievous and hated the green vegetables mom shoved inside my mouth! Well, at one point things went out of control and dad tried to flog me for the poor little single digit marks that was exhibited with red ink on the single sheet of Class-1 report card, I remember, i remember it wasn't you. You didn't rush to save me from the brutal anger of my stern father. It was my mom and my sister, It wasn't you who wiped my tears, And comforted me with "It's okay dear, you tried your best". Well...times changed And I went way too far I got promoted to Highschool and Ugh! I really hated going to school. So much trouble for being an introvert in a society where matters are solved through the sugar coated words of presumptuous people I wondered if it was a sin bearing a sensitive and soft heart. Thereby, I grew up, understood the way of life, How extremely boorish perverts were mostly from the learned section of the society. It was even in my own so called "family" My aunty ji and uncle jis. All the "Ji" of our "elite" paternal family. Years flew away, and that's how everything changed Like the epochs of good times Have now, fall apart like an avalanche of Snowstorm. Mom left for her eternal sleep, Leaving us in pieces of destruction. Now, there wasn't a single being, To comfort us with soothing words like she once did. When I was little, grandma was upset, they said, Because I was the second DAUGHTER of her oldest son. Believe me, this left me in the verge of Absolute delinguincy. Like how could that be? Aunty ji uncle ji was always there for us. Well, not in those times of jeopardy, But at moments to chide us and humiliate us, When nothing went right in our isolated days. It wasn't you dear family. It was my mum and dad all along. Time has come for Dear aunty ji and "vidwan" uncle ji, To keep their opinions to themselves And put a fullstop in investing so much time on conferencing for the future of someone else's daughters. Because,when I was alone crying on my bed, Clutching into my bolster on the midnight of 3 AM. It wasn't you, o dear people It was only me and my gloomy thoughts. If those people didn't accompanied me in my Bad times,Why the hell should I attend to their advices in my good times? Well, kids you know, understand and follow the moral values a little more than "vidwan" uncle jis of today's generation who Gulps down Shots of pied Piper before entering our religious family gatherings and those jealous aunty jis who gossips about the status of someone else's daughters. It wasn't you dear people, it was always my mum and dad. And you should remember that. ©mayurakshi18"

When I was three months old, crying in the crib
Drooling saliva and blowing bubbles,
Wailing and throwing tantrums, even kicking my favourite plushie to the ground,
maybe because of hunger or messing up my diaper,
It wasn't you who came to shush me, dear.
I don't remember you taking me in your arms and singing a soothing song to calm me up,
Neither did you changed my diaper and feed me semi liquid baby food,
My eyes caught the glimpse of my mother,
With an ever lasting beautiful smile, as radiant as the brightest stars of summer.
Days passed, months went way too fast,
I started going to school, probably started complaing at the breakfast table too.
Waking up for school was something I loathed every morning,
Completing my Homeworks on time was never my thing,
I was way too mischievous and hated the green vegetables mom shoved inside my mouth!
Well, at one point things went out of control and dad tried to flog me for 
the poor little single digit marks that was exhibited with red ink on the single sheet of Class-1 report card,
I remember, i remember it wasn't you.
You didn't rush to save me from the brutal anger of my stern father.
It was my mom and my sister,
It wasn't you who wiped my tears,
And comforted me with "It's okay dear, you tried your best".
Well...times changed 
And I went way too far
I got promoted to Highschool and
Ugh! I really hated going to school.
So much trouble for being an introvert in a society where matters are solved through the sugar coated words of presumptuous people
I wondered if it was a sin bearing a sensitive and soft heart.
Thereby, I grew up, understood the way of life,
How extremely boorish perverts were mostly from the learned section of the society.
It was even in my own so called "family"
My aunty ji and uncle jis.
All the "Ji" of our "elite" paternal family.
Years flew away, and that's how everything changed 
Like the epochs of good times 
Have now, fall apart like an avalanche of Snowstorm.
Mom left for her eternal sleep,
Leaving us in pieces of destruction.
Now, there wasn't a single being,
To comfort us with soothing words like she once did.
When I was little, grandma was upset, they said,
Because I was the second DAUGHTER of her oldest son.
Believe me, this left me in the verge of Absolute delinguincy. Like how could that be?
Aunty ji uncle ji was always there for us.
Well, not in those times of jeopardy,
But at moments to chide us and humiliate us,
When nothing went right in our isolated days.
It wasn't you dear family.
It was my mum and dad all along.
Time has come for
Dear aunty ji and "vidwan" uncle ji,
To keep their opinions to themselves
And put a fullstop in investing so much time on conferencing for the future of someone else's daughters.
Because,when I was alone crying on my bed, 
Clutching into my bolster on the midnight of 3 AM. It wasn't you, o dear people 
It was only me and my gloomy thoughts.
If those people didn't accompanied me in my
Bad times,Why the hell should I attend to their advices in my good times?
Well, kids you know, understand and follow the moral values a little more than "vidwan" uncle jis of today's generation who Gulps down 
Shots of pied Piper before entering our religious family gatherings and those jealous aunty jis who gossips about the status of someone else's daughters.

It wasn't you dear people, it was always my mum and dad.
And you should remember that.
©mayurakshi18

#nojoto #Poetry #Relatives #indiansociety

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"aunty नाश्ते के वक्त घर पर आई mummy :- तो रोटी पर मक्खन लगाकर खाओगे me:- अरे मम्मी रोटी इनको दे दो उन्हें सब पता है कि किस चीज पर और किस वक्त और किस पर कितना मक्खन लगाना है aunty गुस्सा हो गई then my reaction :- 😂😂😂😂"

aunty नाश्ते के वक्त घर पर आई
mummy :- तो रोटी पर मक्खन लगाकर खाओगे
me:- अरे मम्मी रोटी इनको दे दो उन्हें सब पता है कि किस चीज पर और किस वक्त और किस पर कितना मक्खन लगाना है
aunty गुस्सा हो गई
then 
my reaction :-



😂😂😂😂

नमस्ते आंटी😂😂😂 meme comedy #Funny #NojotoMeme #humor #justforfun #aunty #namestee

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"Aunty: Hari Beta Bahut Kamjor Ho Gaya Hain Tu Doctor Se Dikhwa Le. Me: Haan Aunty Doctor Se Mila Tha Doctor Ne Bola Pyar Ki Kami Hain. 😂😂😂 -RJ HARI"

Aunty: Hari Beta Bahut Kamjor Ho Gaya Hain Tu
Doctor Se Dikhwa Le.

Me: Haan Aunty Doctor Se Mila Tha 
Doctor Ne Bola Pyar Ki Kami Hain.
😂😂😂 


-RJ HARI

#me #aunty #doctor#Pyar

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"Poem Title: "The Child In Me" By: Evangelist Moses Kelvin Fembeh. At home and school, the famous child, Susan. Dad's favorite and mum's best, Being the first child Mum always calls, Suzie! come; And when I look at Dad, his lovely smiles keeps me sturdy in the home. Dad & mum obey me, And cheers me up and spoilt me with gifts. Being stylish at my behavior, bothersome my mum becomes. At school, my aunty also obey me at once. At school I'm easy-going In reality I'm stilly, But, I won't be taking care by a temerarious, Nanny. Aunty at school is loving, caring, and compassionate, At school, I'm apprehended from causing problem, But her unconditional love is unbeatable and extraordinary and it's a protective shield, To me, my parents and aunty, are everything. I harkens to them all. Yeah though Promised I made to be transformed but the child in me Keeps growing until. At five, My child in me, Impuissant A wandering young Suzie at school. My parents at work, Calling my aunty to check on me at the stated clock Under my aunty protective shields, At school am perfectly okay. Though eager I become to see my parents, When I look around the school premises, I find no relative I tend to cling to my aunty Betty, and my peers, My 'first day at school was boring, I preserved the child in me. My Aunty, My sweet aunty at school applauded me, for being calm. The child in me explodes on the following weeks, And work becomes hectic but just fine by aunty, Being a foreigner to my first, ever school, I noted new things, such as learning to talk and singing rhymes. Rhyme: Johnny Johnny Yes Pa; Eating Sugar, No Papa Telling lies, no Papa, Open your mouth Hahahahahaha🤣🤣haha"!!! What a toilsome and observant Aunty! She can predict my every mood and act with confidentiality. I am the luckiest child on Earth to be loved and cared by my parents. The child in me grows The child in me inactive at five The child in me awesome to Daddy, The child in me bothersome to mum, The child in me hectic for aunty at school. The child in me beautiful in my eyes. The child in me... All I could say metamorphoses ® Copyright Reserved © Evangelist Moses Kay. 15th October, 2019."

Poem Title: "The Child In Me"

By: Evangelist Moses Kelvin Fembeh.

At home and school, the famous child, Susan.

Dad's favorite and mum's best,
Being the first child
Mum always calls, Suzie! come;
 And when I look at Dad, his lovely smiles keeps me sturdy in the home. 

Dad & mum obey me,
And cheers me up and spoilt me with gifts.

Being stylish at my behavior,  bothersome my mum becomes.
At school, my aunty also obey me at once.

At school I'm easy-going
In reality I'm stilly,
But, I won't be taking care by a temerarious, Nanny. 

Aunty at school is loving, caring, and compassionate,

At school, I'm apprehended from causing problem, 
But  her unconditional love is unbeatable and extraordinary and it's a protective shield,
To me, my parents and aunty, are everything. I harkens to them all.

Yeah though
 Promised I made to be transformed but the child in me
Keeps growing until.

At five,
My child in me,  Impuissant  A wandering young Suzie at school.

My parents at work,
Calling my aunty to check on me at the stated clock
Under my aunty protective shields,
 At school am perfectly okay.

Though eager I become to see my parents, 
When I look around the school premises, I find no relative
 I tend to cling to my aunty Betty, and my peers,

My 'first day at school was boring, I preserved the child in me. 

My Aunty, 
My sweet aunty at school applauded me, for being calm.

The child in me
 explodes on the following weeks, 
And work becomes hectic but just fine by aunty,

Being a foreigner to my first, ever school, 
I noted  new things, such as learning to talk and singing rhymes. 

 Rhyme:

 Johnny Johnny Yes Pa;
Eating Sugar,
No Papa
Telling lies, no Papa, 
Open your mouth
Hahahahahaha🤣🤣haha"!!!

What a toilsome and observant Aunty!
 She can predict my every mood and act with confidentiality.
 
I am the luckiest child on Earth to be loved and cared by my parents. 

The child in me grows
The child in me inactive at five
The child in me awesome to Daddy,
The child in me bothersome to mum,
The child in me hectic for aunty at school.
The child in me beautiful in my eyes.
The child in me...
All I could say metamorphoses 

® Copyright Reserved
© Evangelist Moses Kay. 

15th October, 2019.

A Child In Me

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"veriyan Di Hik Ute Son WaliyeSadi Yaad Ta Jrurr Aondi Hougi"

veriyan Di Hik Ute Son WaliyeSadi Yaad Ta Jrurr Aondi Hougi

veriyan Di Hik Ute Son WaliyeSadi Yaad Ta Jrurr Aondi Honi

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"When I was three months old, crying in the crib Drooling saliva and blowing bubbles, Wailing and throwing tantrums, even kicking my favourite plushie to the ground, maybe because of hunger or messing up my diaper, It wasn't you who came to shush me, dear. I don't remember you taking me in your arms and singing a soothing song to calm me up, Neither did you changed my diaper and feed me semi liquid baby food, My eyes caught the glimpse of my mother, With an ever lasting beautiful smile, as radiant as the brightest stars of summer. Days passed, months went way too fast, I started going to school, probably started complaing at the breakfast table too. Waking up for school was something I loathed every morning, Completing my Homeworks on time was never my thing, I was way too mischievous and hated the green vegetables mom shoved inside my mouth! Well, at one point things went out of control and dad tried to flog me for the poor little single digit marks that was exhibited with red ink on the single sheet of Class-1 report card, I remember, i remember it wasn't you. You didn't rush to save me from the brutal anger of my stern father. It was my mom and my sister, It wasn't you who wiped my tears, And comforted me with "It's okay dear, you tried your best". Well...times changed And I went way too far I got promoted to Highschool and Ugh! I really hated going to school. So much trouble for being an introvert in a society where matters are solved through the sugar coated words of presumptuous people I wondered if it was a sin bearing a sensitive and soft heart. Thereby, I grew up, understood the way of life, How extremely boorish perverts were mostly from the learned section of the society. It was even in my own so called "family" My aunty ji and uncle jis. All the "Ji" of our "elite" paternal family. Years flew away, and that's how everything changed Like the epochs of good times Have now, fall apart like an avalanche of Snowstorm. Mom left for her eternal sleep, Leaving us in pieces of destruction. Now, there wasn't a single being, To comfort us with soothing words like she once did. When I was little, grandma was upset, they said, Because I was the second DAUGHTER of her oldest son. Believe me, this left me in the verge of Absolute delinguincy. Like how could that be? Aunty ji uncle ji was always there for us. Well, not in those times of jeopardy, But at moments to chide us and humiliate us, When nothing went right in our isolated days. It wasn't you dear family. It was my mum and dad all along. Time has come for Dear aunty ji and "vidwan" uncle ji, To keep their opinions to themselves And put a fullstop in investing so much time on conferencing for the future of someone else's daughters. Because,when I was alone crying on my bed, Clutching into my bolster on the midnight of 3 AM. It wasn't you, o dear people It was only me and my gloomy thoughts. If those people didn't accompanied me in my Bad times,Why the hell should I attend to their advices in my good times? Well, kids you know, understand and follow the moral values a little more than "vidwan" uncle jis of today's generation who Gulps down Shots of pied Piper before entering our religious family gatherings and those jealous aunty jis who gossips about the status of someone else's daughters. It wasn't you dear people, it was always my mum and dad. And you should remember that. ©mayurakshi18"

When I was three months old, crying in the crib
Drooling saliva and blowing bubbles,
Wailing and throwing tantrums, even kicking my favourite plushie to the ground,
maybe because of hunger or messing up my diaper,
It wasn't you who came to shush me, dear.
I don't remember you taking me in your arms and singing a soothing song to calm me up,
Neither did you changed my diaper and feed me semi liquid baby food,
My eyes caught the glimpse of my mother,
With an ever lasting beautiful smile, as radiant as the brightest stars of summer.
Days passed, months went way too fast,
I started going to school, probably started complaing at the breakfast table too.
Waking up for school was something I loathed every morning,
Completing my Homeworks on time was never my thing,
I was way too mischievous and hated the green vegetables mom shoved inside my mouth!
Well, at one point things went out of control and dad tried to flog me for 
the poor little single digit marks that was exhibited with red ink on the single sheet of Class-1 report card,
I remember, i remember it wasn't you.
You didn't rush to save me from the brutal anger of my stern father.
It was my mom and my sister,
It wasn't you who wiped my tears,
And comforted me with "It's okay dear, you tried your best".
Well...times changed 
And I went way too far
I got promoted to Highschool and
Ugh! I really hated going to school.
So much trouble for being an introvert in a society where matters are solved through the sugar coated words of presumptuous people
I wondered if it was a sin bearing a sensitive and soft heart.
Thereby, I grew up, understood the way of life,
How extremely boorish perverts were mostly from the learned section of the society.
It was even in my own so called "family"
My aunty ji and uncle jis.
All the "Ji" of our "elite" paternal family.
Years flew away, and that's how everything changed 
Like the epochs of good times 
Have now, fall apart like an avalanche of Snowstorm.
Mom left for her eternal sleep,
Leaving us in pieces of destruction.
Now, there wasn't a single being,
To comfort us with soothing words like she once did.
When I was little, grandma was upset, they said,
Because I was the second DAUGHTER of her oldest son.
Believe me, this left me in the verge of Absolute delinguincy. Like how could that be?
Aunty ji uncle ji was always there for us.
Well, not in those times of jeopardy,
But at moments to chide us and humiliate us,
When nothing went right in our isolated days.
It wasn't you dear family.
It was my mum and dad all along.
Time has come for
Dear aunty ji and "vidwan" uncle ji,
To keep their opinions to themselves
And put a fullstop in investing so much time on conferencing for the future of someone else's daughters.
Because,when I was alone crying on my bed, 
Clutching into my bolster on the midnight of 3 AM. It wasn't you, o dear people 
It was only me and my gloomy thoughts.
If those people didn't accompanied me in my
Bad times,Why the hell should I attend to their advices in my good times?
Well, kids you know, understand and follow the moral values a little more than "vidwan" uncle jis of today's generation who Gulps down 
Shots of pied Piper before entering our religious family gatherings and those jealous aunty jis who gossips about the status of someone else's daughters.

It wasn't you dear people, it was always my mum and dad.
And you should remember that.
©mayurakshi18

#nojoto #Poetry #Relatives #indiansociety

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"aunty नाश्ते के वक्त घर पर आई mummy :- तो रोटी पर मक्खन लगाकर खाओगे me:- अरे मम्मी रोटी इनको दे दो उन्हें सब पता है कि किस चीज पर और किस वक्त और किस पर कितना मक्खन लगाना है aunty गुस्सा हो गई then my reaction :- 😂😂😂😂"

aunty नाश्ते के वक्त घर पर आई
mummy :- तो रोटी पर मक्खन लगाकर खाओगे
me:- अरे मम्मी रोटी इनको दे दो उन्हें सब पता है कि किस चीज पर और किस वक्त और किस पर कितना मक्खन लगाना है
aunty गुस्सा हो गई
then 
my reaction :-



😂😂😂😂

नमस्ते आंटी😂😂😂 meme comedy #Funny #NojotoMeme #humor #justforfun #aunty #namestee

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"Aunty: Hari Beta Bahut Kamjor Ho Gaya Hain Tu Doctor Se Dikhwa Le. Me: Haan Aunty Doctor Se Mila Tha Doctor Ne Bola Pyar Ki Kami Hain. 😂😂😂 -RJ HARI"

Aunty: Hari Beta Bahut Kamjor Ho Gaya Hain Tu
Doctor Se Dikhwa Le.

Me: Haan Aunty Doctor Se Mila Tha 
Doctor Ne Bola Pyar Ki Kami Hain.
😂😂😂 


-RJ HARI

#me #aunty #doctor#Pyar

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