Subham Sahu
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I am a little turtle
I crawl so slow,
I carry my house
Wherever I go.
When I get tired
I put in my head,
My legs and my tail
And I go to bed.
I Am A Soldie...
A Little Turt...
WORLD DAY
MOTHER
Corona Warrio...
When after those long walks, your legs ached, I took you on my shoulder to show you the horizon's st... When after those long walks, your legs ached, I took you on my shoulder to show ...
You supported my arms when I started with alphabets, And you didn't leave them until I spelt them... You supported my arms when I started with alphabets, And you didn't leave the...
The poem is an adieu to the school and bids farewell. The poem is an adieu to the school and bids farewell.
The very thought of holidays brightens up my face, Time to scuttle to my village, away from the b... The very thought of holidays brightens up my face, Time to scuttle to my vill...
It was the good old days, We would count the stars, And share laughter in the evening, Whil... It was the good old days, We would count the stars, And share laughter in ...
How art and talent get preserved !! How art and talent get preserved !!
To the dream as I walk, Over the troubling wheat stalk, To the dream as I walk, Over the troubling wheat stalk,
My motherland stands, On the worldly arena My motherland stands, On the worldly arena
More easier to gain confidence in yourself More easier to gain confidence in yourself
This is a poem I dedicate to a friend who has been drifting away with new people. I want her to know... This is a poem I dedicate to a friend who has been drifting away with new people...
All your fights as poems Will reach the feet of a small kid Across these oceans Who's strug... All your fights as poems Will reach the feet of a small kid Across these o...
They offer charity to animals Go for holy bath in river and offer hymns Uttarayan: - Tilting of Su... They offer charity to animals Go for holy bath in river and offer hymns Uttara...
With heart and soul as prism With heart and soul as prism
So these resources should not be wasted. So these resources should not be wasted.
There is something really uncasual about sleepless nights at two in the midnight; the ones filled wi... There is something really uncasual about sleepless nights at two in the midnight...
The poem describes the life in the jungle of wild animals. The poem describes the life in the jungle of wild animals.
As it was the seed sowed and she's the plant; And still now....she has the little mate on! As it was the seed sowed and she's the plant; And still now....she has the littl...
The poem is about a small girl telling her mother that she would like to share her luck with the les... The poem is about a small girl telling her mother that she would like to share h...
You'll thank yourself for bravery of entering sea when it looked comfortable on the shore, You'll thank yourself for bravery of entering sea when it looked comfortable on ...
My so many unwritten poems Buried in my mind How I wished to pour my thoughts on paper My so many unwritten poems Buried in my mind How I wished to pour my thoug...
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