SHOSHIN~seeing life with wonder

 ⛄☃❄❅❆  ⛄☃ Let's Go their  ⛄☃❄❅❆ ⛄ In cold high mountain, A green pine tree is weaving, The such cold air is taking me their, Saying ‘let’s go their’.   At that high mountain, A black-wild yak lived, Looks so adventurous, I think he is calling me their, So, ‘let’s go their’. The high mountain peak, Having so heavily snowfall, Just from down it looks, A fairy house , So shall we, ‘let’s go their’ Today I've posted a poem which I wrote in school..... This poem was also printed in my school magazine when I was in class 7. I know this is a bit childish and boring poem but I like sharing my poems so I've shared it. I hope you will enjoy it.  Do comment in the comment section and have a nice day ahead........... THANK YOU !!!

Just read it and enjoy.... Hello everyone. Welcome back to my blog. I'm literally getting bore these days. I don't have anything else to do except doing my studies, eating and using mobile phone for entertaining myself. These days condition of India is also getting worse so my parents are also not letting me go out despite of unlock. I'm extremely sad but to avoid spread of COVID-19, staying home is best remedy.  Today I'm posting my hindi poem and this is one of my favourite also because I have used my lots of brain in writing this. I hope you will enjoy it and if you like it please comment below and share your experience in reaction tab. जीवन के नियम   मामा के संग गए बाज़ार पापा ने दिया उपहार, वो माँ की तीखी डांटें, क्या भूल गया तू वो पुरानी बातें ? बीता बचपन आयी जवानी , बच्चों के लिए लाया उपहार, मामा बनकर गया बाज़ार, माँ को दवा न खाने पर दी डांटें, क्या याद नहीं वो बीती बातें ? बीती जवानी आया बुढ़ापा, खुद से एक बार पूछता हूँ , क्या मरकर भी य...

Hello everyone. Welcome back to my blog....... Wishes and desires never end. We are never satisfied with what we ended up doing. Wanting this and after that, a lot more is human nature. As a child being innovative and creative the things especially I wanted are never given by my parents as they are useless for me. Asking them a self mobile phone at the age of 14 gonna be my biggest mistake. Taking permission for riding a bike at the age of 14 gonna be again the biggest mistake. So being a normal silent and obedient child can be the best way to be safe. Or else wish to have a gun will always poke me. Today I'm here with a self-written poem on one of my wishes to have a gun. I hope you all gonna enjoy it.   A WISH TO HAVE A GUN The age when I was a child, A stranger tried to shoot me at the site, That day my attraction wasn't a spear, But I wish to have a gun, To make people like them scare. That dark night, Gave me the power to fight, That beautiful dream, When I was holding the...