Here's a question to test your Poem writing skills.
People everyday sacrifice their lives for the nation. Write a thought provoking poem describing the pain the nation is suffering from on their loss.
Remember, the answer shouldn't be copied.
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Never forget the people, who really helped you one day
Because we always tend to forget things some or the other day
Remember the sacrifice that they contributed for you
Many people killed, many children crying for father or mom, made the nation sorrowful
People tried to comfort each other, by remembering the past, at last,they started,
Loving their nation , feel proud
Rather than boosting about foreign goods
No nation is bad , it's the people who make it an asset or liability
Same here is with us Indians, we feel Pakistan is a destructive country
Whereas they feel that Indian's are not capable of Anything
Just understand that it's the people who make a difference!
Not the nation, No countries bad, it's the people who make a change!
So boost off your nation's pride and support it if right
Because at last always right wins...
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Where are you? - Xaviera
He used to come through the backdoor
For every year and the year before
But ages have passed without a creak
Maybe he's still choosing a dress for me.
I jump around collecting the happy thoughts
Collecting all of them that he once brought
But the jar slips off and shatters away
Maybe he's just having a bad day.
Crowds and crowds came bursting through
I saw Mom crying in her room
She won't tell me anything because she's not sure
I don't understand; but she won't tell me more.
So I just picked up a pen from the drawer
And wrote this poem; closed the door;
They tried breaking in for me
But I can just think of a single question :
Daddy's not coming home, is he?
He used to come through the backdoor
For every year and the year before
But ages have passed without a creak
Maybe he's still choosing a dress for me.
I jump around collecting the happy thoughts
Collecting all of them that he once brought
But the jar slips off and shatters away
Maybe he's just having a bad day.
Crowds and crowds came bursting through
I saw Mom crying in her room
She won't tell me anything because she's not sure
I don't understand; but she won't tell me more.
So I just picked up a pen from the drawer
And wrote this poem; closed the door;
They tried breaking in for me
But I can just think of a single question :
Daddy's not coming home, is he?
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