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Take pleasure


Perfection is an obsession
Give yourelf some concession
Its perfectly alright to not know it all
Where's thé pleasure of getting up unless you fall?

There is, and will always bé compétition wherever you see
Thankfully, participation is not mandatory even with no entrance fée
Pick and choose your battles and fight them with all might
And keep fighting until you get it right
Do not confuse à momentary setback with an ultimate defeat
À strategic recul is sometimes necessary to achieve thé final feat.

Sing in thé shower and dance in thé bedroom
Thé best moments are those that never make it to facebook
Learn à new art just for thé heck of it
And i ll leave thé poem unrhymed just because i feel like it.                      

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Be proud
Of what you are Weird, you may be Even funny, so it be But that's what you are!
Be proud Of the whacky gest That makes you YOU Because even under layers of makeup It will still find you.
Be proud Of that habit of yours that bugs others But that defines you as YOU Others' opinion is not your problem Unless you let it confine you.
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SAB DESH KE LIYE HI TOH HAI!... one of the first poems i wrote, n till date my favorite :)

Kuch saal pehle jab krantiveer aayi,
Naana ne desh ki sthiti aakdon ke saath batayee
Kaha, "Sau mein se assi beyimaan,
Phir bhi Mera Bharat Mahan!"

Haal hi mein jab Denny ne muavza kiya,
Naana ke statistics ko radd kiya.
Assi ka ab 99 hua,
To lo, yeh desh ka haal hua.

Toh kya hua gar hum beyimaan hai?
Hum kya New Zealand ya Japan hai?
Yeh phalsafa aam insaan ki samajh ke bahar hai
bhai, beyimaani se toh uncha humara-aapka sir hai!

Socho gar beyimaani na hoti toh kya hota?
Yaani bhrashthachaar ka janm hi na hota!
Netaon ka pait khali reh jaata
Adha desh garibi ki rekha se upar aa jata.
sarkar ke paiso se janta mauj karti
Netaon ki tond (paunch) phir tond na rehti.

Par aam aadmi to desh mein hi rehta,
Khata-peeta aur aish karta
Netaon par toh desh ke netrutva ka diyatva hai
(Bhagwan! Inke haathon mein hamara bhavishya hai!)

Tond hone se yeh khate-peete lagte hain
desh ki khadya samasya par parda karte hain.
Yunhi toh desh ka naam roshan hota hai.
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