Poem

By Miha Alam I am the blood racing in the veins of a human; I am the care a mother gives to her baby, I am the pursuit which people have for happiness,I am the Innocence on a kindergartener’s face

By Miha Alam I write an ode,ode to colors,I praise  colors,without colors,the world would be a dark depressing place,or a black and white pirated DVD of the 21st century.   Color taught me how to

                      By Miha Alam When I write to you,or address you,I usually write,hey kuks or where the hell were you?or, please respond to my email or else my soul shall hau

By Miha Alam I’m not mean I’m not a boaster I’m not stupid I’m not phony I’m not whimsical I’m not rude I’m not narcissist I’m not a pessimist I’m not notorious I’m not oblivio

By Miha Alam I take a glimpse…a glimpse at myself.I stand in front of a mirror.and stare.   I see a familiar face,yet I am unable to recognize her.I stare at her sorrowful eyes,which were fighting

By Miha Alam Dear nani, I care for thee,and I will surely love you forever,that degree of accuracy is guaranteed,you should come visit us whenever,you’ll love the weather. I Remember the good antiqu

By Miha Alam I sit in a corner, cry my eyes out, red and wonder what I did in my past life, that I am cursed. Their odd behavior disgusts me, and their sympathetic attitude puzzles me, they can’t

By Miha Alam Parents become a barrier to freedom, teachers become a barrier to freedom,sometimes, we cross the limits of freedom,we, the youth of today,and the makers of tomorrow,but one should unders

By Saruf Alam Homework is bad It makes me sad I hate homework Because it makes me work As the teacher gives us homework I cry And the others sigh  

By Vasudha Pandey I woke up to the same old ring toneOh no, it says its mom's birthday on my phonethis is the first year I forgoton top of that there is a gift to be boughtout I go to buy something ni

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