A Reason For My Pride

A Reason For My Pride short poem

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Have I anything
To be proud about?
As an answer to my question
I don’t know where to start.

It seems to me as if,
All the little things I’ve done.
Have paid off in the end,
And the festivities, begun.

If cheering some-one up,
By saying something friendly.
Or encouraging some-one,
To help a friend I care for.

Proves to be enough,
To let emotions out,
Then, sure,
I have a lot of things.
To be proud about.

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I am a girl who loves English literature, Mathematics and French. The dull skies during the rainy season bring me the most joyous thoughts and feelings..
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devanshi GUPTA
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Its really amazing….keeeep riting

asoke kumar mitra
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very thoughtful poem. style is good. keep on dear poetess.

ammu sachariah
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Good one. Keep writing.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Without making much fuss……..you have loads of talent to write beautiful poetries .

Viswas Menon
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@Anusha
let me use your own lines….
“If you have anything to be proud of….”

then it is ….your talent….to express…keep it up..

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