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Poem on mother

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  Ma, every time you call me with different nicknames, I act irritated, but I love it and that’s insane. Every time you push me into doing something for me, I act like a rebel, but it is my in-process success’ key. Every time you shower love, attention and care, I act dubious and I know that’s not fair. Every time you hold my hand and say, ’’I’m here.’’ I feel safe, protected and showered with care. 'Thankyou' would be such a short word to express my gratitude, Ma, You deserve a book written for you, with pages as lengthy as the longest longitude. Today is not a special day, if you think I am flattering you, These are the feelings that I witness every time I think of you. You’re not just my guardian, but my best friend, Thankyou for giving me the space to explore and comprehend. You are the wind beneath my wings and water beneath my fins, Thankyou for standing with me through thick and thin. -Harshita Solanki OTHER POEMS: Poem on A letter to self Poem on An imaginary city Poem

Collection of videos of English Cbse syllabus Class 12

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  Hi everyone! Here’s a little help for the 12 th students. These are the videos of explanation of all the chapters of the class 12 th English books- Flamingo and Vistas. These chapters contain introduction and summaries and the poems contain an introduction, summary, theme, and literary devices as well! I hope these videos turn out to be of little help. So good luck with your board exams. I hope you do well in English as well as other respective subjects. If this turns out to be fruitful, then do subscribe to my youtube channel :)   FLAMINGO 1.         My mother at sixty-six – Kamala Das https://youtu.be/bndryG-VmjM       2.  An elementary school classroom in a slum – Stephen Spender https://youtu.be/Q12ua2hHX0g 3.     Keeping quiet – Pablo Neruda https://youtu.be/clRqUS0oxW4 4.      A thing of beauty – John Keats https://youtu.be/Gen-nnMe1oI 5.      Aunt Jennifer’s tigers – Adrienne Rich https://youtu.be/eYiArTg4IlY 6.     The last lesson – Alphonse Daudet https://youtu.

SHE

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  Harshita Solanki- YouTube channel She sat down on the chair with a cup of tea, Husband – office, children – school, finally felt free! “Should I take a nap or water the plants?” “Should I go buy groceries but maybe I can’t” As she moved from the kitchen to the balcony, Her eyes stuck at a bird making her nest in harmony. Jealous of the freedom that the bird depicted, She turned her head away but her eyes never shifted. From the balcony, she went to her room and switched on the television, Body tired, willingness worn out, she watches the same show every season. Remembering how creative she used to be, But her future? Only her father was allowed to see. Got married at a very young age, Not saying that she is trapped in a cage. But maybe she is, standing behind that barricade of marriage, She didn’t want to, but to speak and fight, she needed the courage. Often she thinks of the last speech on 'freedom' she gave at school, The applause didn't

Poem on Goodbyes

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  Harshita Solanki- YouTube channel Goodbye To  the place, I lived in for so long, It’s time to sing a goodbye song. This place has seen many of my flaws, My first achievement and my first loss. To the person, I completely admired, I sang the goodbye song but now I am tired. This person had raised me into what I am today, He was my father & that is all I can say. To the flower, that grabbed all the attention, I say goodbye, as its petals fall from all directions. This flower now seems like a waste, I wonder why it had to die in haste. To the sky, that shows up every morning like a king, In the evening, I have a goodbye song for you to sing. This sky, which is a shed to the humankind, Grows darker at night and leaves us behind. Goodbyes are always heartbreaking and sad, Be it the sky, flower, home, or dad. Some people, as they say, are our hardest goodbyes But I believe, every goodbye is hard, be it the dawn of the sky. ~ Harshita Solanki OTHE

Poem on Introspection

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Another night with bags under eyes, A night to remember all the goodbyes. Another moment of introspection, A moment to remember all the connections. Another book with not just one story, A dream of that book reading out my glory. Another moment of introspection, A moment to end all toxic relations. Another day with burden of thoughts, A day to remember how I fought. Another moment of introspection, A moment to begin with deterioration. Another day to consider myself, A day that makes ME validate thyself. Another moment of introspection, A moment to show myself some affection. ~Harshita Solanki Harshita Solanki- YouTube channel Poem on 'An imaginary city'  Poem on 'A day in my room' Poem on 'Beauty' Poem on 'Moments' 

Poem on Moments

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  MOMENTS CHECK OUT MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: HARSHITA SOLANKI Little moments all around Moments which make me happy Moments which make me sad Make me so impressionable That I put my pen to paper To breach the schedule of my time. . Moments of intrusion Of all the negatives Of all the falseness Of all the viscid deep music That hovers my head Like angels and demons. . Moments of being scared Of the monster inside the human body Of the smell of the lavender candle. . Moments like these Where I hold the pillow Not to hug it tight But to throw it away. . For the first time Maybe I want to Allay my own fears To become something better And by better I mean A little less heinous Or a little more vicious. ~Harshita Solanki Also check out: Poem on An imaginary city  Poem on A letter to self

Poem on An imaginary city

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  An imaginary city I closed my eyes to see this imaginary city, Where children’s shoes were the only things dirty, Being a woman, I walked down the road fearlessly, And there comes a man who asks for my hand formally. As I move further I see a huge playground, The corners not dominated by litter, instead old benches painted brown. In another corner, an old couple enjoying the ice cream, The corners are not occupied by brutality and screams. This imaginary city does not consist of something called as an unsafe society, Here, walking on roads late at night doesn’t give you anxiety. The best part of the city? Certain essentials like pepper spray you don’t have to carry, But I think that’s why this city is imaginary. When I open my eyes, I am afraid to face the reality, Where I am used to speaking words like cruelty and inhumanity. Imagine this imaginary city turns into a real case, I wouldn’t need to close my eyes anymore to feel safe. ~ Harshita Solan