I heard so many complaints That is from all of you “you don’t call me you don’t have time to receive my call how do you recall me you have forget me to go other states thank you so much for recalling me”
I know these types of complaints you have May be you are fully true in your own way But i am not fully wrong All of you think that i have forgotten your support and care But no, i recall you all till my last breath I couldn’t call you Because of our schedule That differ from each other Trust me I know, you all became my inspiration When i was upset I know, you all became my happiness When i had no way to keep smile I am far away from all of you I also want to come and meet you But the time wants something else Please understand me I need your encouragement and support Don’t be upset with me You all are my motivation You all those, who inspire me a lot May be your anger have forgotten me But i remember you always
I learns to everyday of my life.I like to read novel and magazine.I believe in hard working.I always wanted to be a writer,not great,but whatever I write that should touch the heart of readers.It's my wish.I love to be story teller.I narrate many stories in my university.People says the style of mine is like Nilesh Mishra.I write and recite many shayari.There are so many things i wants to say but not this way,but in my poetic way.My page is also on Facebook,which name Contemplation and Kuch Innovative.Follow me in Google+.This is a brief introduction of myself. If you are interested in knowing me more, read my articles,poems and my quotations or take a look at my pictures.education: Banasthali Vidyapith,BJMC
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