Mishti M
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God, be with me always
Guide me, lead me and oversee me in your ways
Your love in my heart, eternally stays
May I be guided by your every work and say
And lead me back, when I fall astray
Amen!!!!
This Is Not a...
Reaching for ...
April Brings ...
To Read Her P...
Silver Dime
Coffee Date
Sweet Nothing...
Seeing Myself...
The Mathemati...
Oh, Love
My poem has letters and alphabets, To make my poem light in weight, My poem has letters and alphabets, To make my poem light in weight,
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Very nice... Very nice...
A bundle of joy unwrapped, With a promise of jubilation, A bundle of joy unwrapped, With a promise of jubilation,
Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most sophisticated philos... Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most ...
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
May their faces be filled with smiles. May their faces be filled with smiles.
Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri. Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri.
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Nice.. Nice..
Nice... Nice...
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion. No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
A doctor with a big heart... A doctor with a big heart...
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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