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Voice of an unknown poet . . . . Tuesday, 17 April 2012. Ashoka - The Warrior Becomes Meek . . . King of the kings, my emperor. Said the minister witha sign of terror,. Kalinga still remains uncaptured,. Its still a free perching bird. Whats the problem, let it be free,. Its a tiny nation why dont you see? Said the emperor with great wisdom. Then the minister spoke with respect some,. Your father led a quest,. And tried out his best,. To capture that nation,. And bring it in relation,. With Kalinga.CONTENT
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He listens to my crazy thoughts and feelings. When I was younger I did a lot of soul searching. There were a lot of toxic people in my life. I was lost, confused, and utterly alone. That was until I had to move to Oregon. And I met the one that could save me.
Every one has in him. A powerful weapon to show his inner skill. A tiny brush plays this role. For a Painter to depict his painting skills. So is a Singer gifted with a melodious voice. Opens his heart out as he sets to singh. A Dancer uses his eyes and moves. To soothe the ambience and gladen the mass. A Spaker uses words to convey his thoughts. A Saint uses Silence as his weapon. As he conveys his thoughts to people at large.
Everyday we bring you a new poem to start your day off right! Poem video included at bottom of page. Wednesday, April 16, 2008. My bonnie lies over the ocean. My bonnie lies over the sea. My bonnie lies over the ocean. Oh bring back my bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back. Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me. Bring back, bring back. Bring back my Bonnie to me. Last night as I lay on my pillow. Last night as I lay on my bed. O confine me not! .