Did cancer actually conquer? 

It was always a rivalry between someone’s daughter and cancer, 

Cancer was powerful enough to let her dreams surrender

And so the youth to accept it and make it a wonder. 
Cancer was so insecure that ot took away her pain

And gave nothing in gain. 

Cancer was so stubborn and so was its pain. 
The Parents were tensed for their darling to cure, 

But god planned her death to be sure. 
After months and months she strived, 

Cancer conquered her and she died. 
Though, she lost the battle,

But didnt make her family fatal. 
“Well done my girl,  you are free now”

And that’s what parents were left to say. 
Why was the only thing which was left from the god to ask

But now living without her would indeed be a great task. 
Will they be able to fulfill or remember the war? 

Or sit in the night sky, to see her daughter shining in the star?
The incident was indeed a great scar

Which made their daughter a star. 
The only hope to live in life was the girl’s attitude,

To to pay a tribute, 

All got shaved their head

And remember the courage of the dead. 
The girl seriously won the fight 

And made everyone free of plight. 

Cancer didn’t conquer her at all, 

It was she who made it fatal. 
Now in the coffin, her body rests

I hope,  she’s pretty sure that her soul still guests

In everyone’s heart

Now in her family, whenever a new life starts, 

She’s  always the one to be thought at first

Because she’s the one to survive actually the worst. 
I still think of her parents’ nightmares, 

May be,  to protect them,  a brave soul stares, 

And tbey get a sound sleep, 

Maybe after enormous weep. 
And that’s  why girls are now the strength of the society 

And therefore to the almighty, 

Everyone prays to the girl child

On who’s birth everyone’s life gets styled. 

Its a story on a cancer patient’s troubles and suffrages. Some fight against it,  while some die making it fatal. And that’s what is called courage. It was a youth who strived months on bed to fight against it and she died but her courage is still worshipped in her family. Hope u all like this poem. Leave ur comments in the box. Thank u. 

Did cancer actually conquer? 

It was always a rivalry between someone’s daughter and cancer, 

Cancer was powerful enough to let her dreams surrender

And so the youth to accept it and make it a wonder. 
Cancer was so insecure that ot took away her pain

And gave nothing in gain. 

Cancer was so stubborn and so was its pain. 
The Parents were tensed for their darling to cure, 

But god planned her death to be sure. 
After months and months she strived, 

Cancer conquered her and she died. 
Though, she lost the battle,

But didnt make her family fatal. 
“Well done my girl,  you are free now”

And that’s what parents were left to say. 
Why was the only thing which was left from the god to ask

But now living without her would indeed be a great task. 
Will they be able to fulfill or remember the war? 

Or sit in the night sky, to see her daughter shining in the star?
The incident was indeed a great scar

Which made their daughter a star. 
The only hope to live in life was the girl’s attitude,

To to pay a tribute, 

All got shaved their head

And remember the courage of the dead. 
The girl seriously won the fight 

And made everyone free of plight. 

Cancer didn’t conquer her at all, 

It was she who made it fatal. 
Now in the coffin, her body rests

I hope,  she’s pretty sure that her soul still guests

In everyone’s heart

Now in her family, whenever a new life starts, 

She’s  always the one to survive actually the worst. 
I still think of her parents’ nightmares, 

May be,  to protect them,  a brave soul stares, 

And tbey get a sound sleep, 

Maybe after enormous weep. 
And that’s  why girls are now the strength of the society 

And therefore to the almighty, 

Everyone prays to the girl child

On who’s birth everyone’s life gets styled. 

Are we actually the ones? 

Are we all the free birds roaming in the sky? 

Are we actually the ones who dont care about why? 

Are we actually free? 

The ones we used to be? 

Is everything changed as the time went along?

Or it was we who used to long?

Are we all actually the same children wrapped under the skin of adulthood

Waiting for something to relive our childhood? 

Are we still the ones who didnt know how to start

Or the ones who live on the dependency of flipkart?

Are we still the kids ready to surrender

Just at the sound of our mother? 

Did we all still grow up? 

Or the stars wrapped within?

Hoping to enjoy more 

Or deadly skins turning sore? 

Have we started worrying more than ever? 

Or our worst experiences have made us say never? 

Are we actually the ones we used to be? 

Or the ones we seem to be? 

Is this what the race of life is? 

Where that changes to this

And we changes to me

In few seconds, and thats what is left to see? 

Are we actually the innocents of the country

Or the saviours wrapped within? 

Are we the gifts of nature

Or the creatures wrapped within? 

Seeking for the true ones to be with forever

Or trying to be the ones, looking at which every soulvsays to be the part of mankind never? 
This is a short poem on the evolution in nature of the people with time. In today’s world if we see there are many changes taking place in the nature of people. We the people have started becoming more self centred and mean, which has lead to the great decline in the innocence. With this poem, I would like to say that one must not be selfish, learn from the experience and enjoy every moment of life being carefree. Hope u all like this poem. Leave ur comments in the box. Thank you 

Gift or Troubles?

Walking along the path of life, 

Claiming the strife 

With everyone he meets. 

No one knew that waling alone would lead him to which streets. 

Soon after walking and walking around the path of life,  he grew up

As he grew, a box wrapped beautifully approached him

He could not think of what to do with it. 

Just because it was blocking his way, 

He opened the box with a wonderful say

To take all troubles and clean my way. 

He didnt know what was there was completely disguised

Which in future, made him wise. 

But for his present

Life had given him ample of troubles to face

Just to entitle them with his life’s new phase. 

Tears came out of his eyes,

As the gift showed his true colours as he knew it was troubles as a disguise. 

Even in this difficult time to pass on the road where he took his footprints, 

He saw the door of opportunity waiting for him, 

Except his life, no one knew he is going to fly,  leaving footprints behind

And that’s what success wanted,  to be kind

With what all goes in life. 

So,  ever in your path 

If you have got a box,  which you know will give a healthy start 

Then open it and face all what troubles life gifts you

Maybe, like him,  you to will shine in your light 

And spread in the world like the sky would, 

But facing the troubles is what all you should.
Its a poem on the path of success and disguised troubles that come on our way. We too know that they will be difficult, but with the feeling of gratitude and positivity, we soon overcome such hurdles in life.  With this poem, I would like to demonstrate that life goes like this. Sometimes, the things for which we are most grateful for, become our hurdles in life to overcome. We to feel bad on our perception, but hurdles are also necessary for life. Hole you all like this poem, leave ur comments in the box. Thank you. 

The Diary of an Aeroplane 

I am loaded with the ample of luggage everyday, 

I have to hold them,

As I don’t have any say. 
People sit on my seats and fly

From miles to miles

Some fly,  because they have to find the answer of why? 

While others travel to spread smiles. 
One day,  in my life, when I was fighting against the air to fly, 

I don’t know how may passengers’ relatives I made cry. 

I met with an accident and got many wound, 

But the mystery was such that I and my parts could be nowhere found. 
It was the day,  when the bounds with the world I left, 

I feel sad, how many passengers were blooded in this theft. 
After I died,  

Different theories came out. 

Some even were such,  I was thrown out of earth’s surface 

While other came out to a hijack, in which many passengers cried. 
Researches kept going on for months and months,

But result came out, 

Then with a sad shout

All the relatives were given monetary 

For those whose souls are now with Calvary. 
I still regret that day of my life, 

Where the million people who were living their lives happily 

Had to sadly

Surrender it. 

For no reason.
And that’s what the value of sacrifice came to my heaven’s way

Where the innocents waited for the flight to go,

No one wanted it to delay

And that, you know has made all the difference.
Many people just lost their life, 

May be some came to me, after the stife

Or the pledge never to go home again

And that’s  what called the bane. 
P. S.  I request all the readers to sit in two minutes of silence for those who were missing after the flight MH 370’s incident took place. The plane as well as the people went missing. If you are sitting comfortably in your homes and reading this,  just think of those who lost their life just because of a bad day in the plane’s life. I hope you all now realised what actually is sacrifice where you paid yourself for it,  but something bad happened. Hope you all like this poem. Pls comment down your views. #RIP MH3707

…And that’s how nature realised how important women are

In a unique world of an artist,

Where his eyes used to be the camera

And the nature used to be the complete melodrama.

All his drawings made him an optimist.
One day,  while walking his eyes fell

For,  him,  she saw something as beautiful as hell.  

No sooner or later, 

He fell in love with her.

He saw the nature depicting a girl of her dreams.. 

For first time, everyone heard his happy screams. 

Later or sooner, he realised 

That for what one longs for,

Sooner gets paid for. 

And as his love of life got painted by him in his beautiful colours 

His life got beautiful. 

And that’s  how the passion of a painter

Lived with him for ages and ages

For which he got a huge appreciation as wages. 

He regretted he could not see or hear his love 

But only feel as peaceful as dove. 

He was grateful, happy and contented for his camera eyes

Which trapped him and made him a man who is very wise.
 

Once, his world was known to everyone in the world,

He died. 

And when his story came in the stage, 

Everyone was amazed to know about the painting and the wage..

And there..everyone realised how important a woman is, 

Just to enjoy a bliss

Called life. 

Indeed its a woman who creates you

Reminds us of importance of being true. 

Respect her as much as you can.

If nature also depicts it, 

Then, it’s our duty to help it. 

Treat every girl as your sister and every lady as mother. 

And that’s how the world will learn to stay together. 
This is a story of an artist’s love. His love only made his works famous everywhere. With this poem, I would like to demonstrate that behind every successful man, there is a lady who loved her. So, it’s our moral duty to respect her. Hope you all like this poem. Leave ur comments in the box. Thank you. 

The Mysterious tree

Late it has been for the tree now, 

The tree has become old

And prefers to give and bow. 
It’s unique tendency to stand bold 

in the cold weather 

Has made it everyone to bother. 

I always wonder.. 

Whether it’s nature’s ponder

Or it’s own shower?
With a few leaves which go along with the flow it stays, 

And follow my experience it always says. 
I still wonder.. 

Whether it’s a tree or a monument of nature?

Which is ready to be the point of any creature?
Throughout the year, trees surround it

It may consider it’s help a little bit. 

But in actual, it may be helping them out to stay bold and fit. 
I still wonder.. 

Why the tree didn’t chose to stand high and seek the rain, as other trees would. 

Maybe it thought to do something different from others.

And that’s  what the  tree has made the difference.

It’s a short poem on a tree which I saw in a tropical rainforest. The uniqueness of the tree to bend like a question mark has made me write this poem. Hope you all like this poem. Leave your comments in the box. Thank you.