Too many questions There to worry me. Is this confusion? Or is it dichotomy?
A LIGHT EXISTS IN SPRING – POEM BY EMILY DICKINSON
A beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson, "A light exists in spring".
Treachery Betrays Itself
'If only you had begged I might have let you off But you are too clever by half! You think betraying your friends is cool? Remember! Treachery is the weapon of the fool.'
Nobody is born perfect. We all struggle to become perfect in the process of leading our lives. Success and failure, happiness and grief, they all come and go as we grow to become the individuals we are.
Life is beautiful
"Life is beautiful," they say. True!! The real joy of living is when you let your life take the shape it wants to. Live a life free of limitations, free of fears, free of restrictions. One life it is, that we have!! Live it!!
Good Things Take Time.
Life, they say, is a journey. You will see both ups and downs, good and bad, happiness and grief. But nothing is permanent. Good things will always have a place in our life. It is just a matter of time.
I Opened a Book- By Julia Donaldson
"There is no friend as loyal as a book". A good book always guides us to become a better person and gives us company at all times.
India – The Land of Beauty
A land of beauty, divinity, and diversity, India, is known for its picturesque landscape and its cultural heritage. A land where godliness and humanity are unified to make a harmonious existence, the poet Sowmya Garimella, describes Mother India as the most elegant one in the whole wide universe.
The Road Not Taken – By Robert Frost
The poem "The Road not taken" by Robert Frost talks about the stupefaction one experiences when he needs to make a decision and choose the best of the two options in front of him. A masterly piece of work by Robert Frost, this is among the most famous poems of the olden times.
For the Woman she is !!
Celebrating the womanhood.
Remember – By Christina Rossetti
The melancholy that strikes us when our loved one departs, the solitude, the memories of the past, the plans for the future, all seem disturbingly fake. As you think of the loved one, smile and forget the grief, says the poet Christina Rossetti.