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"A Dream A dream does not let a father sleep so that his son stands on his feet And a dream does not let a son sleep because the son thinks I want as much as the world..."

A Dream  A dream does not let a father sleep so that his son stands on his feet
And a dream does not let a son sleep because the son thinks I want as much as the world...

#adream

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"Son asked 'what is my religion?' Father said 'the one you think will help you in your difficult time, the one with whom you can share your problems with,the one in front of whom you can laugh, cry, or share any emotion...the one.. Son raised his eyebrow 'are you talking about yourself or mummy??..."

Son asked 'what is my religion?'

Father said 'the one you think will help you in your difficult time, the one with whom you can share your problems with,the one in front of whom you can laugh, cry, or share any emotion...the one..


Son raised his eyebrow 'are you talking about yourself or mummy??...

kids are innocent...or truthful ..#Religion #Matters #Family #Love

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"ab to bus doo hi chij yad aati hai ek maa ka pyar or dusra baap ka maar"

ab to bus 
doo hi chij yad aati hai
ek maa ka pyar
or dusra baap ka maar

#maa #baap #Mom #Papa #dad #mammy #beta #Son #Yaad #Love #Pyar @Internet Jockey @Aashish Karn @Aadarsha singh @Deepa Rajput @Eklavya Jain

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"#OpenPoetry What is care?? When a child cries & mother have tears in her eyes that's called care. When son do mistakes & his father slaps becuase he wants for his son the world to clap that's called care. When a brother teases his sister whole day but when someone else tease her he become arrongant that's called care. When your elder sister don't give you anything from her cupboard but always give you best advice when you are on cross raod that's called care. When you are feeling not to smile again but your friends help your happiness to regian that's called care. When your love always fight with you but always stands with you when whole world is againt you that's called care."

#OpenPoetry  What is care??
When a child cries & 
mother have tears in her eyes
that's called care.
When son do mistakes & his father slaps
 becuase he wants for his son the world to clap
that's called care.
When a brother teases his sister whole day
 but when someone else tease her he become arrongant
that's called care.
When your elder sister don't give you anything from her cupboard 
but always give you best advice when you are on cross raod
that's called care.
When you are feeling not to smile again
but your friends help your happiness to regian
that's called care.
When your love always fight with you but 
always stands with you when whole world is 
againt you
that's called care.

#Care is just another name of love.
#open poetry#nojoto

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"#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time. Somewhere someone is praying for extra years of life. Somewhere someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his I know life is not mine, nor the wealth and power that surrounds me Life and wealth are Your gifts, but I claim it as a matter of right. I know nothing I can possess, I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time. But I intend to grab more and more and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control. I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore. Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to I see people dying, I know how transitory is pelf and power, how futile and fragile is human relationship but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means. Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya, that makes me blind to reality. I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life, forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity. Most of us revolve around your affluence, very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa Unless and until you let me realise I am You and You are me, grace me to be at your lotus feet, to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish. Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer, let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture. A son is a son till he is matured I am your immature son, always in your lap forever, here and after. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved."

#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

               ILLUSION

Somewhere 
someone is dying every moment.
Somewhere 
someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time.
Somewhere 
someone is praying for extra years of life.
Somewhere
someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his

I know life is not mine,
nor the wealth and power that surrounds me
Life and wealth are Your gifts,
but I claim it as a matter of right.
I know nothing I can possess,
I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time.
But I intend to grab more and more 
and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control.
I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore.
Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. 
None  will  accompany me, none will wish and dare to
I see people dying, 
I know how transitory is pelf and power,
how futile and fragile is human relationship
but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means.

Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya,
that makes me blind to reality.
I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life,
forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity.
Most of us revolve around your affluence,
very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa

Unless and until you let me realise
I am You and You are me,
grace me to be at your lotus feet,
to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish.
Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer,
let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture.
A son is a son till he is matured 
I am your immature son, always in your lap
forever, here and after.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
All Copyrights Reserved.

#something I LOOK AT-125
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

ILLUSION

Somewhere
someone is dying every moment.
Somewhere
someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time.
Somewhere
someone is praying for extra years of life.
Somewhere
someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his

I know life is not mine,
nor the wealth and power that surrounds me
Life and wealth are Your gifts,
but I claim it as a matter of right.
I know nothing I can possess,
I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time.
But I intend to grab more and more
and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control.
I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore.
Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends.
None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to
I see people dying,
I know how transitory is pelf and power,
how futile and fragile is human relationship
but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means.

Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya,
that makes me blind to reality.
I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life,
forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity.
Most of us revolve around your affluence,
very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa

Unless and until you let me realise
I am You and You are me,
grace me to be at your lotus feet,
to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish.
Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer,
let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture.
A son is a son till he is matured
I am your immature son, always in your lap
forever, here and after.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
All Copyrights Reserved.

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