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My Wonderland Bodhisattwa Parekh It will be a different planet. There will be only one season available. That would be the Spring season. In this Wonderland, the air comes with the fragrance of my love. With the rains, the ideas fall to the ground. After seeing that fall, those ideas will set up your mind automatically. When you think about those ideas, The poem will be created automatically, and it will be non-deletable work. Lines: 8 EIGHT – 01.23.26 WRITE A POEM ABOUT YOUR OWN IDEA OF A WONDERLAND. |
Severe Anxiety Bodhisattwa Parekh Political crises begin. That may take the lives of many people. Everyone knows the curse of political crisis. So we become mournful. Voting is known as the festival of democracy. But this creativity causes political crises. We, the people, who love peace, Don't want to repeat these political crises. But it happens, both pre-pole and post-post crisis. That becomes a routine. Why do they happen? The answer is simple. We suffer due to intolerance. The crisis of patience. We forget to tolerate the other's faith. So we become arrogant. This arrogance creates both political and religious crises. But many saints advised us to maintain peace. Tolerance is a criterion. To avoid these kinds of crises. We admire those peace-loving people. But forget to follow that advice. When crisis begins. So, every layer of our society Suffers pathetically due to the crisis of humanity. Will this crisis continue in the future, too? If this type of crisis will continue, A darker future is waiting for us. It will be very difficult for us. To overcome these crisis situations. Lines: 30 Prompt ▶︎ |
The Last Prayer Bodhisattwa Parekh The last few moments of my life That I can understand easily. I feel too tired. I'll never recover; this is reality. Light is fading away; I am on my way to a different planet. Ever-kind God lives there. I'll meet Him soon. Please forgive me if I do anything wrong with you. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
How Dangerous! Bodhisattwa Parekh Five years ago, at the time of the post-poll violations, I opened the windows. My house is on the border of the main road. There was complete silence. Suddenly, I saw a few people gathered there. Kill him on the spot. What was the only reason behind it? He believed in a different political faith. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
Wow! Bodhisattwa Parekh Wow! I forgot! Now I am almost home. The market is far from here. There is no shop open here to give me a scope to buy a packet of chocolate powder. In this bitter winter, everyone has closed the shops and gone home. Walking to the marketplace, avoiding slippery snow dust, is risky. So I entered the house with a heavy heart and was surprised to open the refrigerator. Wow! A chocolate powder packet! So I prepare a delicious hot chocolate without wasting any further time. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
That Naughty Boy Bodhisattwa Parekh Ronty was extremely naughty. He played with his pet the whole day. Sometimes he became too dirty. When he tried to give shapes through clay. He got a prize for his art of clay. Neighbours didn't like his naughtiness. They've also admired him today. And told him to maintain this enchantress. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
My Heaven Bodhisattwa Parekh It is a tower of shelves. That's full of books. It is a different heaven. This is a kingdom of knowledge. Everything remains peaceful. I don't want to go anywhere from the library. But the time is up for the day. I have to leave today, waiting for tomorrow. Lines: 8 Prompt ▶︎ |
A Soapy Poem Bodhisattwa Parekh Lemon-scented, A memory of summer's sun, Clean cotton sheets, A fresh and comfortable beginning. Fade away all anxieties, Staying with the comfortable memories, With short-term smooth feelings, What do I want more? Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
Truly Abstract! Bodhisattwa Parekh Colour bleeding begins. A slow leakage of ultramarine to ochre. There are no sharp lines. Only suggestion of form. A weightless dance. A silent humming sound Felt rather than heard. Angels' whisper remains secret. Curves offer some degrees of comfort. A negotiation of space. Light fractures, scattering diamonds To an unseen surfaces. A puzzle remains unsolved. The feeling can be recognized. A place that exists only in the heart. Lines:15 Prompt ▶︎ |
Just A Guess Bodhisattwa Parekh That was a remote village, Far away from the city. A few farmer lived there In their respective farmhouse. One day,a farmer found some of his chicken lost. He thought that his next door neighbour did it. He reckoned him as the prime suspect. It was just a guess. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
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