#entry for https://t.me/WritersClub/107615

One day, when I was pink
And you held me in your arms
One day, when I was small
And you made me learn walk
One day, when I cried
And you wept my tears with your dupatta
One day, when I was hopeless
You held my hand and made me calm
One day, when I laughed
And your eyes smiled

Mom, I cherish all those days since birth where you stood in my thick and thin.
I love you Mom.
Happy mother's day.

By #kripa for #mom

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It was not Death, for I stood up..
-by #EmilyDickinson


It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down—
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos—crawl—
Nor Fire—for just my Marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool—

And yet, it tasted, like them all,
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial,
Reminded me, of mine—

As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And ’twas like Midnight, some –

When everything that ticked—has stopped—
And Space stares—all around—
Or Grisly frosts—first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground—

But, most, like Chaos—Stopless—cool—
Without a Chance, or Spar—
Or even a Report of Land—
To justify—Despair.

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Skating
-by #EECummings

Spring is past, and Summer's past,
 Autumn's come, and going;
Weather seems as though at last
 We might get some snowing.
Spring was good, and Summer better,
 But the best of all is waiting,-
Madame Winter-don't forget her.-
   O
        You
            Skating!
            
Spring we welcomed when we met,
 Summer was a blessing;
Autumn points to school, but yet
 Let's be acquiescing.
Spring had many precious pleasures;
 Winter's on a different rating;
She has greater, richer treasures,-
   O
       You
           Skating!
           
Gleam of ice, and glint of steel,
 Jolly, snappy weather;
Glide on ice and joy of zeal,
 All, alone, together.
Fickle Spring!  Who can imprint her?-
 Faithless while she's captivating;
Here's to trusty Madame Winter.-
   O
       You
           Skating!

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Best entry for #wcq challenge @WritersClub

​​I like a good sausage, I do;
It's a dish for the chosen and few.
Oh, for sausage and mash,
And of mustard a dash
And an egg nicely fried—maybe two?
At breakfast or lunch, or at dinner,
The sausage is always a winner;
If you want a good spread Go for sausage on bread,
And forget all your vows to be slimmer.

'In Praise of the Sausage'
-Ruskin Bond

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A burning sun in cloudless skies and April dies,
A dusty Mall—three sunsets splendid and May is ended,
Grey mud beneath—grey cloud o'er head and June is dead.
A little bill in late July And then we fly.
By Rudyard Kipling
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Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river--
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.

By R L Stevenson
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