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Beena sooraj

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I flow like a river without expecting anything more from anyone. My flow will be till the end of the sea. Love, hate, good, evil, joy, and sorrow joined hands with me. They all flowed some distance in the stream of life , but were later abandoned one by one. The only thing that followed me without giving up was Love. I had my helplessness that I could not flow backwards. "Life goes on like a river" Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

I flow like a river without expecting anything more from anyone. My flow will be till the end of the sea. Love, hate, good, evil, joy, and sorrow joined hands with me. They all flowed some distance in the stream of life , but were later abandoned one by one. The only thing that followed me without giving up was Love. I had my helplessness that I could not flow backwards. "Life goes on like a river" Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

Snigdha Agrawal

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A contented baby as per feedback As long as hunger pangs satisfied Wild as I grew up, jumping fences Climbing trees, suffering few falls ending up with broken knees Then turned nerdy in school/College years, to stay on top of the class Work life started and ended with one company; guess I was happy. Marriage, motherhood brought untold joy. And then they left leaving a void. Now it's just him and I, admittedly the best phase in life, as we inch towards the finishing line Snigdha Agrawal Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

A contented baby as per feedback As long as hunger pangs satisfied Wild as I grew up, jumping fences Climbing trees, suffering few falls ending up with broken knees Then turned nerdy in school/College years, to stay on top of the class Work life started and ended with one company; guess I was happy. Marriage, motherhood brought untold joy. And then they left leaving a void. Now it's just him and I, admittedly the best phase in life, as we inch towards the finishing line Snigdha Agrawal Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

Ruchi Dhiman

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On a trip to Saga Lake I submerged into Deep Through the shallow water. The Crystalline ripples That arouse and shook My Own Self to wonder Wide and see another life. On a trip to Saga Lake. Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

On a trip to Saga Lake I submerged into Deep Through the shallow water. The Crystalline ripples That arouse and shook My Own Self to wonder Wide and see another life. On a trip to Saga Lake. Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

Anuj Jain

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No stars showed the way to the kings Nor the gifts the Magi bring, Yet there was joy when I came in being, And all exulted at the cute me, With my rotund gait, curly hair and big eyes, I was a darling whom everyone admired, Friends I had a few but all did me liked, Never a dullard and always above average wise, Studies were never a burden, Playing was my best pass time, And reading a hobby that stood the time, Change though we all with time But not our core traits and reasonings wise, I still am that keen kid at heart, Friendly yet reserved a bit odd. Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

No stars showed the way to the kings Nor the gifts the Magi bring, Yet there was joy when I came in being, And all exulted at the cute me, With my rotund gait, curly hair and big eyes, I was a darling whom everyone admired, Friends I had a few but all did me liked, Never a dullard and always above average wise, Studies were never a burden, Playing was my best pass time, And reading a hobby that stood the time, Change though we all with time But not our core traits and reasonings wise, I still am that keen kid at heart, Friendly yet reserved a bit odd. Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

Dr. Intaajuur Rahman

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I was born, with lot others next to me I grew somewhere with lot similar who play now I work somewhere with lot similar profession Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

I was born, with lot others next to me I grew somewhere with lot similar who play now I work somewhere with lot similar profession Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

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Celebrating my existence is the goal Running passion in my blood is what makes me whole Nature soothes my soul Playing responsibily yet authentically is my perfect role Through myself at the Strum and drang of emotions Be it pain,joy,separation or love As these for me are life’s potions Yes I am born with a wild soul and a kind delicate heart Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

Celebrating my existence is the goal Running passion in my blood is what makes me whole Nature soothes my soul Playing responsibily yet authentically is my perfect role Through myself at the Strum and drang of emotions Be it pain,joy,separation or love As these for me are life’s potions Yes I am born with a wild soul and a kind delicate heart Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

Srilatha Gugunta

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an introvert as first impression.. which is proved total wrong.. when you actually get to know.. you can call, the most desirable.. witty with a spontaneous tongue.. lesser in measurement if you try.. yet immeasurable to your reach.. most caring and emotional colleen.. you'd never miss to fall in love.. when you actually get to know.. pride and polished lies in the charm.. easy to love but difficult to forget.. Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

an introvert as first impression.. which is proved total wrong.. when you actually get to know.. you can call, the most desirable.. witty with a spontaneous tongue.. lesser in measurement if you try.. yet immeasurable to your reach.. most caring and emotional colleen.. you'd never miss to fall in love.. when you actually get to know.. pride and polished lies in the charm.. easy to love but difficult to forget.. Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us through the time wh

Swathi Praveen

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A life with sweet but nasty souls surrounding, making me realise to walk away on my own righteous path with throny hurdles in between, but with chilling mindset that I carve, I gaze my path with showering of happiness in every moment I desire #swathilines Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us throug

A life with sweet but nasty souls surrounding, making me realise to walk away on my own righteous path with throny hurdles in between, but with chilling mindset that I carve, I gaze my path with showering of happiness in every moment I desire #swathilines Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. Write an autobiography poem. Take us throug

Miss xyz

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and I'm starting it with zero. (Read in caption) I'm an author. Author of my book called 'life'. You may misread the lines. The lines which I never meant to say. You may count the chapter

and I'm starting it with zero. (Read in caption) I'm an author. Author of my book called 'life'. You may misread the lines. The lines which I never meant to say. You may count the chapter

Ashu

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Seventeen years five months and eleven days have well-nigh passed since I burdened this globe. I pained my mama and daada the whole nights, whining and pucking. I thought I mustn't change and I kept my routine the same. Months just passed away and I changed my way //whole piece captioned. Seventeen years five months and eleven days have well-nigh passed since I burdened this globe. I pained my mama and daada the whole night

Seventeen years five months and eleven days have well-nigh passed since I burdened this globe. I pained my mama and daada the whole nights, whining and pucking. I thought I mustn't change and I kept my routine the same. Months just passed away and I changed my way //whole piece captioned. Seventeen years five months and eleven days have well-nigh passed since I burdened this globe. I pained my mama and daada the whole night