Don't be sad when I die....

Friends this poem is written by my youngest daughter Krupa...she is very creative and energetic little doll to me...so full of life,always thinking something new in little brain of hers.Hope you like her poem about life's bitter truth...though she is perfectly healthy..don't get her wrong!



When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to comfort you,
Please know that I still love you,
Cause I know you love me too.

When tomorrow starts without me,
And you feel lost and blue,
I hope these words I’ve written
Will help to see you through.

Someday your pain will ease,
Sadness replaced by fond memories
Come tomorrow you will hear
I love you in the breeze.

When tomorrow starts without me
Cause god has called me home
I turn, blowing a kiss for thee
Sad that you may feel alone.

I will miss you tomorrow
As I take one last glimpse
A tear falls from my cheek
I’ll be going home.

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to comfort you,
Please know that I still love you,
Cause I know you love me too.
I know you love me too. . .


By: Krupa Kanti

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Celebration means......
Four friends.
Bahar barsaat.
Four glasses of beer.

Celebration means......
Hundred bucks of petrol.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.

Celebration means......
Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.

Celebration means......
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.

Celebration means......
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbors dropping in.
A party.

Celebration means......
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.

You can spend
Hundreds on birthdays,
Thousands on festivals,
Lakhs on weddings,

But to celebrate
all you have to do is spend your Time with your loved ones.
So.. Keep in touch...



~Jayna~

"The male is a domestic animal which, if treated with firmness and kindness, can be trained to do most things."