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Mother and Kids

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For long days and hour her kid is sick Starving day and night without sleep; Her eyes are red, face indicates remorse Jostled for sympathy, affection and adores Not flush a single rest gracefully set to the fore To bequeath reticence and spirit related to score. For brushwood worship, purity and verve of mind And to cure forthwith and heritage assured. Along fall-safe to sanctify her home and hearth Like lack-luster and stock still allied in dearth For clear begging to regain and develop her life Nix issue of morals, ideal, love and sacrifice Her point in time to enable her ranging glow To motivate carefulness to tenderly show The providence of hunting amid of golden age Where the rash and lurk move along entourage To epitomize honour, the ribbons of ruby and jade To puff our soil to match sanctity and love-arcade To cross the bar to budge with beauties of truth For stillness and pleasure by never-ending its growth.

Our optimistic concept in future life

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  I do not know what course others may follow but for me, liberty or death’ was the remarkable statement of Sir Muhammad Ali, a distinguished political leader in Indo Pak sub- continent who had unflinchingly thrown challenges to the then British rulers who arranged a round table meeting in order to discuss overall situation of Indo Pak sub continent. He declared that he would never come back to his motherland as it was not a free country; if the rulers of British regime failed to give his country freedom, they might spare a piece of land for his grave there as it was an independent state. In the next as per history of independence of this sub continent, a few days later, he breathed his last. The history says that he had struggled for the sake of liberty and equality of his country to lead his life controlled and cleanly for which a nation can flourish day by day. From this point of view, it is clear to me that a nation’s birth occurs to bloom in full swing where th

Pride and Prejudice, my favorite book

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There is no denying the fact that the novel Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen   is a symbol of social reforms ingrained in common life specifically love, fraternity, social conflicts have been highlighted as a tentative flow. Jane Austin was born in Steventon, England, in 1775, where she lived for the first twenty-five years of her life. Her father, George Austen, was the priest of the local parish and qualified her largely at home. She began to write while in her adolescence and accomplished the innovative script of Pride and Prejudice, aristocratic First Impressions, between 1796 and 1797. A publisher discarded the script, and it was not until 1809 that Austen started the revisions that would pass it to its final outward appearance. Pride and Prejudice was in print in January 1813, two years after good judgment and susceptibility, her first novel, and it achieved an attractiveness that has endured to this day. Austen published four more novels: Mansfield Park, Emma, North-a

A Soldier's dream

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  Like a habitual shooting eye, his mind is drifting For his disabled and mental picking poisoning, To falsify the rhyme of human race; He has pending elongated quick look in the base. For scatterbrained dreams not being born to the noise, To trash the jeopardized and utmost poise. His joys are melded like a decaying clad To have plummet look from the core of blood. He has a mere soldier who has weapons to fight For thorough search and pumping rite. I have seen the guy from near and distant drill He has charms but palsied to hike in the hill. He is so sure that death lies in icy hand Where gain or loss entails equal band. In respect of high or low For significant change in human row. Forever love and fraternity in human soul He has dreams of glow to play in the role To cross the ocean by the strength of mind To have tastes of life by lagging behind.

The Press, the Civic Ruling

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    The press can do whatever its publishers do But the rights, roles and chastity, they ignore, They forget and make fun of it; In the face of sword and quiver altogether. The press is powerful and stronger To handle the hurdles in crisis and zeal. To raise the hands of strength of mind As if they lose or gain in parity terms. In motion and destitute they win the race They can talk and moralize gleefully In the teeth of ocean when they fall; As if these are the creativity of their own. They have earned and piled up what they achieve From time to time and decades to decades. The press spreads knowledge if they apply In good sense of humors in birth of nation, They fight and fight like death trap in Philippines. The press is the source to release the thoughts For the old and unhappy doers to gain, And to fortify the rhymes of brotherhood. In question to express and recoup the talents They need to awaken the dead soul For continuous and