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Confused . . .
Confused . . .
 
Do I love you, or do I not..?
I've asked myself this question a lot.
Will there be a future for you and me..?
Or are we just not meant to be..?
Did I date you because I didn't know how to say no..?
I guess in the end, the answer will show.
I don't know if being with you is wrong or right.
But I'm trying to accept you with all my might.
You treat me so well, yet I have so many doubts.
Wish someone could tell me what it's all about.
I still don't know what I should do,
Or if I'm really in love with you . . .
 
Poem by - unknown
 
[459]
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Thursday, September 22, 2005 at 10:06 Comments (24)

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My Love . . .
My Love . . .
 
She looked beautiful that day,
Fresh flowers arranged on her hair,
Dark red kumkum on her forehead,
And a glittering saree on her slender body.
 
She looked at me with affection,
Smiled that enchanting smile,
Her lips welcomed me with love,
Her hands held mine in a tight grip.
 
How I loved her,
How much I wanted her,
Deep rooted in my heart,
Such was my love for her.
 
My life would be with her,
My happiness shared by her,
Her sorrows would be mine,
Her wish, my command.
 
She would bear my children,
Care for my family,
Be with me forever,
Till the end of this life.
 
Brushing these thoughts aside,
And handing her a bouquet of flowers,
I wiped out my emotions,
And wished her
Wish you a happy married Life . . .
 
 
( Thanks "Mahesh kumar", for sending this poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . .)

 
Poem by - unknown
 
[458]
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Wednesday, September 21, 2005 at 17:49 Comments (21)

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A Pound of Butter . . .
A Pound of Butter . . .
 
There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to the baker. One day the
baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting a pound and he
found that he was not. This angered him and he took the farmer to court.
 
The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure. The farmer replied,
amour Honor, I am primitive. I don't have a proper measure, but I do have a
scale." The judge asked, "Then how do you weigh the butter?" The farmer
replied "Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I
have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker
brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in
butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker."
 
What is the moral of the story? We get back in life what we give to others.
Whenever you take an action, ask yourself this question: Am I giving fair
value for the wages or money I hope to make?
 
Honesty and dishonesty become a habit. Some people practice dishonesty and
can lie with a straight face. Others lie so much that they don't even know
what the truth is anymore. But who are they deceiving? Themselves--- more
than anyone else.
 
Honesty can be put across gently. Some people take pride in being brutally
honest. It seems they are getting a bigger kick out of the brutality than
the honesty. Choice of words and tact are important . . .
 
( Thanks "Ashish", for sending this story & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . .)

 
Story by - unknown
 
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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Tuesday, September 20, 2005 at 10:27 Comments (6)

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Don't drink and drive . . .

Don't drink and drive . . .

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
 
I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
 
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.
 
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.
 
I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
 
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.
 
I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
 
There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.
 
I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.
 
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.
 
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
 
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.
 
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
 
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.
 
My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.
 
I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die . . . ?
 
( Thanks "Udaya Ranasinghe", for sending this poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . .)
 
Poem by - unknown
 
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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Monday, September 19, 2005 at 08:10 Comments (34)

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By your side . . .

Posted by Asela on Sunday, September 18, 2005 at 09:19 Comments (4)

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Cherished moments . . .
Cherished moments . . .
 
When I was like a lost soul
Moving about with a fluttering mind
This was the time when you came
To show me the seven colours of life
yes,now also your thoughts keep me awake.
I cherish your presence
and feel your absence
For the only asset I have
is your rememberance
Which tells me the things
that often go unspoken
But all in silence.
Your shades in my memory is the only thing
that I can count on
which helps me never to stop
And to keep going on and on
For I feel you in the golden dawn
For I feel you in the tranquil breeze
of the shore
Because you are the one whom I truly adore
Each thought of yours is
more deep than the one before
Let this depth increase everyday in
everyway
This is what I ask for and nothing more . . .
 
Poem by - unknown
 
[454]
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Thursday, September 15, 2005 at 20:31 Comments (4)

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Love is more than Paradise . . .
Love is more than Paradise . . .
 
Years ago i thought love is a paradise very far away,
Or its something that would never come my way..
I flew through the clouds and stopped at a place
Wher an angel approach me and said this way..
 
"I will offer you paradise but its only a glance
If u like it then you should keep it in your heart..
For ever and ever..ther's no turning back after you see the place..
 
I took a risk to follow his way and ended up in paradise
He told me he would take..
I was instantly lost in the beauty of this place,
The paradise i always thought that is so far away..
 
I hav lived in the paradise for enough time to understand its way,
Such a reviewing experience so far i have gained..
All my blues and troubles passed away..
From the moment i stepped into this place..
 
Your love is more than words could say..
I tried to put it in the best way i can..
Your love is more than paradise itself
I am so happy that i took the right way
I will never ever look back ever again..
I love you with all my heart until my last breath fades away . . .
 
( Thanks "Ranil", for sending this poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay. . . )

 
Poem by -
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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Wednesday, September 14, 2005 at 20:03 Comments (11)

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