ANIRUDH KUMAR SINGH
Abstract Classics Children
Pop, pop, popcorn,
Popping the pot!
War while when it's hot!
butter on the top!
When I eat popcorn,
I can't stop.
The Pride Of ...
Holiday
A Happy Child
Year 2021
First day of ...
A Short Poem ...
I Miss You
I Am Last Poe...
I Am Short Po...
Love Short Po...
I lie here undressed and raven, Over the silky white canvas.. I lie here undressed and raven, Over the silky white canvas..
Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Waited for a decade yet to complete, though married now with someone else, but still alive. Waited for a decade yet to complete, though married now with someone else, but s...
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
Born to a family, nurtured with care, Blessed with a name... Born to a family, nurtured with care, Blessed with a name...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
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...
Nice.. Nice..
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
Even when the world turns upside down, And there's chaos all around... Even when the world turns upside down, And there's chaos all around...
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