Imagine india after 40 years and frame a poem.
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`The days pass so swiftly`
`40 years are o'er so quickly`
`But India remains moreover same`
`It's rich culture and traditions still prevail`
`Perhaps the people change`
`And so do the government`
`But the humanity and love for each other still remains the same`
`Development is in the taste of the air`
`The empty stretches of land are no longer bare`
`For they are filled with buildings and offices`
`Or echoes can be heard of school children in the premises`
`But I didn't mean them playing`
`For each of them have their smart phones`
`They remain too busy with it, saying,`
`Don't touch it, it's like a piece of bronze`
`Therefore development can be good or bad`
`They can help the people or make them mad`
`After 40 years India stands proud in the world`
`In each of the corner of India a story unfurls`
*_THANK YOU_*
Hope this helps ya
Happy to answer the question ^^
`The days pass so swiftly`
`40 years are o'er so quickly`
`But India remains moreover same`
`It's rich culture and traditions still prevail`
`Perhaps the people change`
`And so do the government`
`But the humanity and love for each other still remains the same`
`Development is in the taste of the air`
`The empty stretches of land are no longer bare`
`For they are filled with buildings and offices`
`Or echoes can be heard of school children in the premises`
`But I didn't mean them playing`
`For each of them have their smart phones`
`They remain too busy with it, saying,`
`Don't touch it, it's like a piece of bronze`
`Therefore development can be good or bad`
`They can help the people or make them mad`
`After 40 years India stands proud in the world`
`In each of the corner of India a story unfurls`
*_THANK YOU_*
Hope this helps ya
sara022:
Such a cute poem ^^
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The new hath come and now the old retires:
And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,
Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell
In consecrated calm, forgotten yet
Of the keen heart that hastens to forget
Old longings in fulfilling new desires.
And now the Soul stands in a vague, intense
Expectancy and anguish of suspense,
On the dim chamber-threshold . . . lo! he sees
Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,
His timid future shrinking there alone,
Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.
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