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That Moment Will Appear Soon Bodhisattwa Parekh After a long eight months, I last saw her beautiful face, After our first sight at a party, We couldn't spare any longer time except for her. But After marriage, I shifted my office to my house with her. After the death of my father, I had to go outside, excluding her, for business purposes. It took too long; I hope we will meet very soon. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
Lack of Gratefulness Bodhisattwa Parekh They lived in the caves. But they planned cordially, For a better future for us selflessly. Through their hands, We become civilized. But we forgot their contributions. So we don't show the respect and gratitude. That they deserve surely. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
A Distasteful Poem Bodhisattwa Parekh She was a beautiful blue-eyed lady. She stared and smiled at me. There was a signalling me silently! I couldn't ignore that appeal. At night, she approached me for issuing a tender. That was truly unexpected. Everything became distasteful. I couldn't tolerate her anymore. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
The Frustration Of A Lover Bodhisattwa Parekh You always insult my genuine love. That's not fair. You are mine. You can only marry me. But you think otherwise. You decide to marry David! Wish you a happy married life. I will not continue my meaningless life further. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
| Couldn't Recover Bodhisattwa Parekh I locked the door of our hotel room and checked the lock twice. But she went again for checking it. That irritated me too much. Doesn't she believe me? That question made me sad. What should I do now? Break up our well-built relationship? These questions cut down my heart in several pieces. She went back smiling, "Everything is perfect." I smiled but kept silent. "Let's go," I felt her sweet touch in my hand. So I controlled myself. I didn't want to spoil our first date. The wise people told us not to take any decision when you are hot-minded. We went back. That dating was less coloured. Words: 109 Prompt ▶︎ |
| What Can I do? Bodhisattwa Parekh “You don’t mean that.”, Rosy complained angrily. "Yes, I mean it.", I remained firm. "Yes, you told it.", She stared at me as if she wanted to burn me, if it were possible. I became frustrated a bit. The psychiatrist told me several times that may happen over time. Suddenly, she will become anxious. That is the nature of this type of disorder. If you protest it, anything, even a furious incident, may happen. It's better to leave the room silently. That anxiety and anger will not last longer. So I leave the room. I become sad-hearted. I can't leave her alone in this condition. I pray to God to rescue her from this precarious situation. Words: 114 Prompt ▶︎ |
Endless Journey Bodhisattwa Parekh Shadows become larger. Time passes at a faster pace. Needing more adjustments. Filling tiredness, Moonlight is not enough to explore this valley. Only an experienced person knows where the danger is. Better to stop here until sunrise. Tired legs want rest. Shadows are lengthening more. Morning began steadily. Legs were fresh. So, the pace was satisfactory. The energy of youth destroyed all obstruction. That looked so easy. The sun enlightened everything strongly. Everything can be seen from a far distance. From the evening, legs became tired. Shadows were lengthening. Now it is totally dark. The final breath appears. But, in other parts of the planet, There are many fresh legs. Running to achieve Target, They are fearless. A comfortable breeze accompanies them. Lines: 25 |
My Longest Holidays Bodhisattwa Parekh When I was just twenty years old, I took my debit card with me after my final exam at graduation level and went on a long-term wandering from village to village to know the simplicity and poverty. My luggage was light. After a day's train travelling, I reached a village named 'Aura'. It was so far from town. I built a portable camp and bio-toilet there for my personal use. After evening, I did a mini-seminar with them. Gave advice for settlement if they raised the issue of dispute. So, they called me "Little Monk'. I settled there peacefully. Six months went happily. I thought of buying a house there for living the rest of my life. After five months, I received a letter. My maternal uncle passed away. I returned home again. After seeing my relatives' mournful faces, I decided to stay in my house with our joint family. Prompt ▶︎ |
My Favourite Fictional Character Bodhisattwa Parekh I have many favourite fictional characters. But the sister character of the 'Sister' movie is my favourite fictional character.Now, I explain the reason behind this. There was a small and poor church. Only a sister lived there. She took care of sixteen orphan children. They lived there. Their prayers, education, entertainment – everything is done under her supervision. Every student was happy. They were the ribs of her. They were different ages. Three years a child, eighteen years a student. So, there were a few relationships built. That made the story realistic.Once, a gang of evil power came there. Their intention is to grab the nation. They took shelter in this serene church. They used those children as slaves. That sister understood that the nation's independence was in big danger. So she sent a messenger, one of those children, to the area commander, who is also a great patriot and helped a lot for those children.Sister loved those children like a true. But the national interest was her first priority.They knew a child went to meet the commander. Who was that guy? They began an enquiry. They tortured her, the sister. She tolerated those for the sake of the nation. Then repped her. She remained silent. Then killed all children. Then the army appeared. Her purpose served. Criminals, all, were arrested or dead. This was a realistic character that fulfilled a real purpose. The end is very tragic. I love this fictional character. Prompt ▶︎ |
Will they carry? Bodhisattwa Parekh Today is that day when I take 50 children's clothes as the gifts of Christmas. They are too poor. We called them street children. As I try to buy for the maximum number of children, I buy cheap-quality dresses for them. But those are colourful. They, those children, become very happy to see these. A few embrace these dresses. I also find some happiness in seeing their joyful faces.These children are sacred. I reckon that I shouldn't exploit their simplicity. So I withdraw some extra amount of money to buy some gorgeous dresses, especially in this year.I buy costly dresses. I distribute them. Everybody told me, "It is good, but last year's dress was more beautiful." I understand they are very simple. Quality doesn't matter to them. They love colours and brightness. Will they carry this type of clean mindset their whole life? Words: 145 Prompt ▶︎ |
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