VAIDYANATHAN.T. RAM

How Cute, the birds fly,
Under the beautiful sky.
How cute, builds the nest,
Where it goes for the rest,
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An Hardwork Is Always Before The Experience,
When Smartwork is beyond the Experience.
The day by day we learn something is a experience,
When the experience has no end.
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Why need of argument,
But whatever it is,
An argument is irritatable,
Where, need of argument,
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Different Kinds of Laws,
Different Kinds of Chapters,
Different kinds of sections,
Different kinds of Amendments,
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Sometimes, somewhere, somehow,
Clapping is a joy.
Sometimes, somewhere, somehow,
Clapping is a motivation.
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Everything, everywhere, everyone,
Feels difficult.
Sometimes, something, somewhere,
Feels difficult.
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The human was created,
To vindicate the life,
Where the life maybe
Joy and sorrow,
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Sometimes, somewhere, somehow,
Ladies are the back born for a growth of man,
But sometimes, somewhere, somehow,
They destroy the growth,
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Today or tomorrow,
The path we are going to walk.
Today or tomorrow,
The destination we plan to reach,
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Smile, nourishes the good health,
His smile makes others happy,
When baby smiles,
It makes others happy,
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Each human and animals are born beautiful,
It may be creation of god,
But beautiful comes from nature,
It may come from beautiful environment,
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An music is a kind of art,
Involved in true heart.
An music is a kindhearted,
Which is never hurted,
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Breaking of things,
Routine in day to day life.
Breaking of things,
Broken in various ways.
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IDENTITY OF INDIVIDUAL
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Date Of Birth,
Is a identity of individual.
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Inspiration,
Acception of true heart.
Inspiration,
Acception of someone's knowledge.
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Some pains leads to happiness,
Some pains leads to sorrow,
Some pains leads without reasons.
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Oh, There was a cute baby,
With charming and nourishing,
Sweet cheeks, feels like to bite,
Cute red lips like painted with blood.
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Visually challenged,
Were born blind,
But maybe creation of god,
The things and people around him is black,
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When it was time for sun to appear,
The moon disappears.
When it was time for moon to appear,
The sun disappears.
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Why not to be?
An story, A art.
Why not to be?
Writing a story, A art.
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