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  1.     

There's No Heaven

Now, there's no heaven between me
and my bygone days of past.
It was only the shady shelter
of my mother's veil, the
affectionate smell of mother's
hands which told me, it was
a heaven's door,
between the wall of paradise
and earthly life of innocence.
It was the belief that god
kills demons, and justice is the
enemy of wrongdoers as evil can't
ever win over good.
Childhood is a thought
which keeps its balmy hands
on the fevered forehead
of a experienced tortured soul.
It exists in our mind's mind.

Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
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Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood
Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood
Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood
Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood
Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood
Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood
Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
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Childhood Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood,
Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood, Childhood
 
Neela Nath Das

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  2.     

The Greatest Sin

Having supremely spell binding eyes was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were gruesomely blind; unable to see a step further even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having robust complexioned feet was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you couldn't walk even an inch forward; had not the slightest of capacity to run even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having tenaciously knotted fingers projecting from the palm was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you had grave difficulty in hoisting objects; didn't posses the most minuscule of power to defend yourself even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having dangling earlobes delectably cascading from the periphery of your rubicund cheek was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you couldn't bear the tiniest of sound; floundered miserably to decipher the intricacy of voice even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having a perfectly throbbing heart palpitating in marvelous synchrony inside your chest was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you just didn't have the power to love; the virtue to embrace other humans of your kind even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having dual pairs of luscious lips was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you couldn't speak a single word; abysmally stuttered to convey the most infinitesimal of message to your compatriots even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having ravishing clusters of hair on your scalp was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that God had kept you disdainfully bald; that your head shivered
uncontrollably in cold even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having boundless lines on your glowing palm was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your entire life was ruined; your progress had come to an abrupt
standstill even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,

Having pompously bulging muscle in your arms was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were as feeble as a mosquito; couldn't lift your very own body even after having them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having thousands of voluptuously tantalizing eyelashes extruding from your lids was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your vision was horrendously impaired because of their presence; the world seemed to be an obfuscated blur even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having nails as long as the lanky mountain was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were unable to make the most diminutive of indentation on soil; simply couldn't scratch the faintest even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having breath as passionate as sizzling fire was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that there wasn't enough air in the atmosphere for you to inhale; that you could suffocate to death any minute even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having a bucket of sweat trickling down your armpits was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it was more satanic than a pool of ghastly blood; incessantly complaining of cold and clammy skin even though you possessed it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having an astonishingly spell binding memory was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it was your mind that killed you every unleashing second; the
brain was the cardinal culprit behind your demise even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having scarlet rivers of blood circulating through your veins was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that there was no life in your nerves; not a trifle of energy left in your demeanor even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having a salubrious sparkling belly was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your digestive system was diabolically corroded; the conglomerate of curled
intestines in your stomach were strangulating you like a festoon of ominous snakes even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having a sturdily sculptured nose extruding from your face was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your entire persona was brutally mutilated; the nostrils disgustingly disrupted your flow of harmonious breath even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having an insurmountably hard skull was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it was the main cause for transforming all your philanthropic thoughts to as hard as incorrigible stone even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
And having an enchantingly blossoming life was simply not a sin at all; but leading it listlessly; trudging your way through just for the heck of it without basking in the stupendous glory of the resplendent moonlight even after possessing it right since
innocent childhood; was the greatest sin.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  3.     

Naughtiness And My Childhood

I enjoyed my childhood's innocent naughtiness Anywhere and everywhere Simply it was simple, innocent, naive, and true Anytime in my earliest days of my childhood... I played with everyone gladly and happily, No difference, boys or girls innocently... I loved everyone and everything At that time of my childhood... Nothing bothered me other than Some childish acts Here and there... I used to climb the high walls of My old school... I used to climb all kinds of high trees Including all those that were in the Patos Orchard... I played football with all schoolmates Here and there... I used to pick all kinds of wild plants and All kinds of wild flowers around me... I used to play with little kittens and Little dogs... My childhood's days were full of naughty And innocent images... My naughtiness was innocent Simply because I loved everything around me To be innocent... I am still carrying all those pretty images of My childhood's innocent images in my mind Simply because they are a good reminder of A lively and lovely thing... ______________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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  4.     

Her Pretty Childhood

To me, Her childhood was exceptional Simply because I had learned From how to be a dad... Her childhood was a turning-point In our life, She was born to be a wonderful figure That I waited for long time... Her childhood was that day that Encouraged us to look froward for a better life... When she was born, I was outside that great hospital Where I heard her first cries... Her voice penetrated my heart... I loved her and I loved her pretty childhood... She is now a lovely soul That goes and comely wonderfully All by herself to be or not to be. _____________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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