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  SNEHAL BHOSALE (05/09/1990)

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God-Thy friend Forever

Thou art, a true companion;

full of pure love and trust,

So soothing is thy company

so tender thy touch.

Such rejuvenating is the warmth of thy love.

Thy smile, is synonymous to the sunshine,

the laughter to the chirp of birds.

thine presence is light for my heart,

thou art wisdom, for my mind.

The flow of thy love, shalt silence all my doubts,

thou shalt calm the fears of my heart.Thine is a large heart

thou possess a great mind

Thou art a true friend, full of pure love and trust!

None is greater than thou!

For thou art the eternal companion;

of the journey called life...!
Snehal Bhosale



Let it rain

I snoozed in my arm chair
I saw a worm struggle
I set it free, to ease its dismay
But then I saw there was nay
'Coz it had wilted away.

All the time I thought
the heavens wept
they were promises kept

Whilst I complained of the mid daylight
'twere the blessings shining bright.

I grieved of walking alone
I knew not he carried me home.

The risk in staying a bud
is far more perilous than becoming a flower.

The worm that struggles
flies its best

For after all, the best thing to do
when 'tis raining
is Let It Rain.
Snehal Bhosale



Life-A season of Diwali

Life's nothing...but all a season of diwali
chill at dusk and chill at dawn

All shimmer and quiver adorn the dark
when doth day-start, day-end

The childish twinkles of a sparkler
the explosion of ever-flowing youth
the agile colours of fantasy;

the serene luminiscence of diyas age-old
the message they carry, the truth they behold,

The sweet crisp of relationships
the exchange of love
the bondings that brotherhood cove.

Life's nothing...but all a season of diwali;
comes with grandeur, goes with pomp

Leaves behind sullen silence
reminiscent memories dense.
Snehal Bhosale




The match-stick of thy life

is indeed very small,

Which hath been ignited by hands of God;

thine match-stick, has to accomplish a lot;

Each small deed, each small thought,

thou have to light the lamp

of love, spread thy light

and contribute many a glorious mite.

You shall burneth, the incense

of deeds, with a sinless heart & humble needs.

Which shall live on forever,

live for kith and for kin,

& also for the lofty low.

the fragrance of thine deeds, shall never disappear,

the light of your love, shall last on forever,

Even if your match-stick hath burneth to ash...!
Snehal Bhosale

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