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                                                                                How beautiful is our nature?hills,valleys,rivers,ponds,scenaries etc...we are 
really fortunate to live this beautiful world.but now a 
days man is living without bothering this fact.weare
the son of nature.so we have the responsibility to protect our mother nature.all living things have the right to live.but man is destroying it without considering this fact.we are carving hills,mining sand from rivers,destroying forests and ecosystem,and destroys the whole balance of earth.human is so selfish .modern men gave out their parents also our mother earth.....

CATS ARE THE ENCOURAGING FACTOR IN MY LIFE.THEIR INNOCENT EYES ARE VERY ATTRACTIVE.I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

my cats

i love cats.i have 5 cats.when i was in 9th class i had a cat.i love her very much.i gave the name "stalwalt"for her.she came to me when she was 2 weeks old.at that time she had only the weight of a paper.i gave her milk,rice etc...she loved me very much.when i was in home she often sit in my lap.my mother used to say that my cat like me more because she likes to sit only in my lap.when i came back from my school she was the first one who came to welcome me.months passed.she gave birth to 3 kittens.i became very happy.but it extended only for 6 weeks only.her children died.i don't know its reason till day.one night she came to my lap.there was a liquid in her mouth.i didn't care it.in the morning,i woke up from my bed hearing the news of my cat's death.i cried out at her body.i became very very upset.i used to  gave flowers  at her tomb.........

My poems

MY FRIEND

I have a friend

Very sweet friend.

She is very nice

She is so beautiful

So marvelous and cute

When she enters in to my class

there will be a sweet smell

Her smile is so charming

She has golden hairs

She has blue eyes

She has red thin lips

She is honest

She is so kind

She is the light of my life

But she has no name......... 

vava

my favourite hobby is writting.I will show my short poem here.

MY DREAMS

Dreams are like a glassplate
If we are careless,it will break
If we are careful,it will useful
My dream is also like a glassplate
But the sad thing is i am careless
Oh...where is my dreams
It disappeared...........
No it is here not disappear
But i can't see them
Oh i became blind..god..god
please help me..............
I have vision to see onlyrich
iIhave vision to see money
to see big houses,beautiful ladies
iIhaven't any eyes to see miseries
to see the beggar in the street
to see the starving neighbours
So my dreams disappeared
That's why i became blind
Oh..my dreams came back to me
Came back
with that holy spirit.......