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My Heart Cheats With Me
My heart cheats with me,
I give ten reasons to hate her,
Heart gives ten reasons to love her.
My heart cheats with me,
I say she make me cry,
Heart say she give me smile more than cry.
My heart cheats with me,
I say she never wipe my tears,
Heart says I never show my tears.
My heart cheats with me,
I say she breaks her promises,
Heart says why I ask her to make promises.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why she leaves me alone in this world,
Heart asks why I feel alone in this world.
My heart cheats with me,
I say she never care for me,
Heart says I never care for her care.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why she shown me dream,
Heart asks why I believe on dream.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why she gave fake love to me,
Heart asks why I gave true love to her.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why she betrayed with me
Heart ask why I trust on her.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why I can’t hate her
Heart asks why I was loved her.
My heart cheats with me,
Heart asks, why I want to hate her whenever one day I was loved her?
I say I want to hate her because you remember her and make me cry.
My heart cheats with me,
My heart cheats with me.
poem by Priyo Hazra
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Again Rejoicing Nature Sees
Again rejoicing nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
And maun I still on Menie doat,
And bear the scorn that's in her ee?
For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk,
An' it winna let a body be!
In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
And maun I still...
The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks,
But life to me 's a weary dream,
A dream of ane that never wauks.
And maun I still...
The wanton coot the water skims,
Among the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And every thing is blest but I.
And maun I still...
The shepherd steeks his faulding slap,
And owre the moorlands whistles shill,
Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,
I meet him on the dewy hill.
And maun I still...
And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
And mounts and sings on fluttering wings,
A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
And maun I still...
Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
When Nature all is sad like me!
And maun I still...
poem by Robert Burns
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Adventurous Youth
Gargling at noisesome levels the adventure has begun,
Both inwardly and outwardly the reasoning lets run,
For youth can overcome the ready reader of newspaper,
And the awesome collections of comics, super.
The young man is against a level which prohibits,
One that cheats him as it cheats his Blitz.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Must you invoke?
It is not that one section cheats
And the other is cheated.
It is that each in a section cheats
And in turn is cheated.
They thus square up themselves.
Must they invoke gods to interfere?
21.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If you marry a man who cheats on his wife, you'll be married to a man who cheats on his wife.
quote by Ann Landers
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When a man cheats on you once, shame on him, when he cheats on you twice, shame on you.
Woman’s liberality
Man cheats on woman;
Her beauty is no bar.
Woman cheats on man;
His chivalry is no bar.
Boredom is the cause.
Variety is fancy.
Man looks for woman’s looks
And seeks her with passion.
Woman looks for man’s trust
And involves from emotion.
He skips without a scar.
She slips with deep wound.
Cheating has been
Man’s prerogative.
Cheating has become
Woman’s prerogative too.
Its prevalence grows,
Liberality granted.
25.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The surveillance
Women are under constant surveillance
As men are thieves and women, cheats.
Men aren’t thieves, nor are women cheats
When there is no such surveillance.
08.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wha Is That At My Bower-Door
'Wha is that at my bower-door?'
'O wha is it but Findlay!'
'Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:'
'Indeed maun I,' quo' Findlay;
'What mak' ye, sae like a thief?'
'O come and see,' quo' Findlay;
'Before the morn ye'll work mischief:'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay.
'Gif I rise and let you in'-
'Let me in,' quo' Findlay;
'Ye'll keep me waukin wi' your din;'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay;
'In my bower if ye should stay'-
'Let me stay,' quo' Findlay;
'I fear ye'll bide till break o' day;'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay.
'Here this night if ye remain'-
'I'll remain,' quo' Findlay;
'I dread ye'll learn the gate again;'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay.
'What may pass within this bower'-
'Let it pass,' quo' Findlay;
'Ye maun conceal till your last hour:'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay.
poem by Robert Burns
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The Hint o' Hairst
It's dowie in the hint o' hairst,
At the wa-gang o' the swallow,
When the wind grows cauld, and the burns grow bauld,
And the wuds are hingin' yellow ;
But oh, it's dowier far to see
The wa-gang o' her the hert gangs wi',
The deid-set o' a shinin' e'e -
That darkens the weary world on thee.
There was mickle love atween us twa -
Oh, twa could ne'er been fonder ;
And the thing on yird was never made,
That could ha'e gart us sunder.
But the way of Heaven's abune a' ken,
And we maun bear what it likes to sen' -
It's comfort, though, to weary men,
That the warst o' this warld's waes maun en'.
There's mony things that come and gae,
Just kent, and syne forgotten ;
And the flowers that busk a bonnie brae,
Gin anither year lie rotten.
But the last look o' that lovely e'e,
And the dying grip she ga'e to me,
They're settled like eternitie -
Oh, Mary ! that I were wi' thee.
poem by Hew Ainslie
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He that wad eat the kernel maun crack the nut.
He that has his hand in the lion's mouth maun tak it out the best way he can.
We maun live by the living and no by the dead.