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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Sunday, October 22, 2006 at 20:07 Comments (1)

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Any Answers . . .

Any Answers . . .

Besides me, sitting and winding
Her clapping toy
That eight year old girl
had a DEKKO
on the news of massacre
On Sunday night
"Militants killed twenty people
including five children."
Otranto the sound of clapping of
just fallen down toy,
I heard,
Which doesn’t let me savvy
If in weal or in woe
The stupid doll acted so
could this stupid baby doll too,
sensed the brutality?
and not heated him itself
to laugh at this nacked dance of humanity?
or it must knew of what we didn't,
the conspiracy of Doom's day.

Random she queried -
"Why those people and lovely children
like me were killed?"
"Shall I too have the same fate?"
..
A decade rolled by tacitly

yet I couldn’t seek any reply.

The girl asked for
.
.
Have you any? Tell me
As still she is at her eight.
Doctor says her 'PARANOID'
But,
I know
She still waits,
waits for the reply
with her toy that still claps . . .

( Thanks "Kunal Shekhar", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..

and he likes to dedicate this Poem to "all the people who are suffering from the act of terror". . . )

Poem by - Kunal Shekhar

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Posted by Kunal Shekhar on Thursday, October 19, 2006 at 13:50 Comments (0)

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Engine Repair . . .

Engine Repair . . .

A mechanic was removing a cylinder head from the motor of a Harley motorcycle when

he spotted a well-known heart surgeon in his shop. The surgeon was there waiting for

the service manager to come take a look at his bike. The mechanic shouted across

the garage, "Hey Doc can I ask you a question?" The surgeon, a bit surprised, walked

over to the mechanic working on the motorcycle. The mechanic straightened up,

wiped his hands on a rag and asked, "So Doc, look at this engine. I open its heart,

take valves out, fix' them, put them back in, and when I finish, it works just like new.

So how come I get such a small salary and you get the really big bucks, when you

and I are doing basically the same work? The surgeon paused, smiled and leaned

over, and whispered to the mechanic..

Try doing it with the engine running . . .

( Thanks "Nilanga Vitharana", for sending the story & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..)

Story by - Unknown

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Posted by Unknown on Wednesday, October 18, 2006 at 08:07 Comments (0)

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There was a time . . .

There was a time . . .

It happens with all, and so did with me,
He came all alone, but made a million,
We laughed for days, we shared all we cud,
We felt each others pain, But never was it in vain.
Then all of a sudden, there was a storm,
Down came the rain, Came the heavy rain,
This time the flowers, Couldn’t withstand the showers, They fell apart..
As some dears strange depart, Cudnt see why,
There was no blue sky; It was raining in real,
Or was it raining in my heart….
Waiting for the sun shine, Waiting for the flowers to..To grow and become mine..
Wild are the rules of nature, they never tell you…
What they hold for you in future, But I know for sure…That one day..
The Gardner will be here. And make the most of his dear. Will take all the love..
That he owes…And be the one with all the shows..
He will in deed, be the one that knows,
Be the one that feels, be the one that cares,
Be the one that shares…And again…there will be. Flower pretty flowers, In the my heart..
They are singing to the music ..Of my love..
Flower pretty flowers, In the my heart..
They are singing to the music ..
Of my love . . .

( Thanks "Vidya", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..)

Poem by - Vidya

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Posted by Vidya on Tuesday, October 17, 2006 at 08:24 Comments (0)

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There's someone new . . .

There's someone new . . .

Forget, his smile, forget his face
Forget his kiss and warm embrace
Forget his love that once was true
Remember now there's someone new.

Forget the times you've been together
Remember now his gone forever
Forget the times you were alone
Forget the times he used to phone"
Forget he made your dreams come true
Remember now there's someone new

Forget his teasing gentle ways
Forget you saw him everyday
Forget the thrills when he waltzed by
Forget the times he made you sigh
Forget the way he said your name
Remember now things aren't the same

Forget the times he held your hand
Forget the sweet things if you can
Forget the things you used to do
Accept the fact, that there's someone new . . .

( Thanks "Ashlyn Hartzenberg", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..)

Poem by - Ashlyn Hartzenberg

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Posted by Ashlyn Hartzenberg on Monday, October 16, 2006 at 08:13 Comments (4)

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Beat of my heart . . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Sunday, October 15, 2006 at 07:40 Comments (0)

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I'll be your hope till tomorrw . . .

I'll be your hope till tomorrw . . .

Life is full of joys & pain
without end they overflow..
we don't know when they come
and we don't know when they go
but all I know is i'll be there
in every moment of time in life..
as you go on..

Before happiness comes to life
you have to go through a peirod of trial
its not easy to cope up
with lifes storms..
unless you have a strong heart
and unless you have someone to be your strength
so all we have to do is
hold each ones hand..
and wait for that bright tomorrow
and remember that bright tomorrow
is just oneday away..

may be when the storm starts..
you'll find there's no one right beside you..
you feel all alone & you want to be alone..
you feel hurt,you feel tired with the struggles
when you're loosing hope..
when you have no body to love..
nobody to care..
i'll be right next to you,even though you can't see me..
i'll be holding your hand,
just to remind you that..
the bright tomorrow is just a day away..
and to help you hold on your hope,
without letting it strip away..

when fianally the bright day comes..
when everything happens the way you want them to be
and you have every thing you need
when happiness is all you know
and all of your dreams have all come true
when all the people you want will be there with you..
when all the people you love will be loving you..
i'll be hiding there somewhere in the distance
watching you celebrate..
on that day don't try to find me..
i'll be hiding somewhere
coz' then my mission would be
all complete . . .

( Thanks "Randhika", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..

and she likes to dedicate this Poem to "Someone out there". . . )

Poem by - Randhika

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Posted by Randhika on Thursday, October 12, 2006 at 08:17 Comments (2)

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