Amy Bhasin: Hi all,I believe you all had a nice and blessed Ch...

Amy Bhasin: Hi all,I believe you all had a nice and blessed Ch...: Hi all, I believe you all had a nice and blessed Christmas.  I want a suggestion from all the readers whether I should start writing onc...

Hi all, I believe you all had a nice and blessed Christmas.  I want a suggestion from all the readers whether I should start writing once again or not. If you like my posts then please comment on this post so that I'll make a decision. God bless you all.

lyrics of teri yaadein song from love story serual

Teri yaadein, mulakaatein, wo raatein aur baatein
Teri saansein, wo baahein, ab mujhko yaad aaye
Tere bina mera jiya, sataayein kyun piya
Yaadon ne teri mujhpe, ye jaadu kiya re
Teri saansein, wo baahein, ab mujhko yaad aaye
Wo adaaon ki ghatayen, mere dil ko chhu jaayen
Pyari hai duniya saari, maine hai tujhpe waari
Dil mein, mere dil ne tujhse, yaari ki baazi hari

Tere khayalon mein, khayalon mein…
Bas tum meri nigaahon mein, nigaahon mein…
Bas tum wapas aa jao, mere paas, tum sadaa, wapas aa jao
Mere paas, tum sadaa… suna mera jahan, bhoola main hu kahan
Jaane hai jaane jaan, tera rahoon, Piya…(piyaa)…
Wapas aa jao, mere paas, tum sadaa, wapas aa jao
Mere paas, tum sadaa… piya tera jiya… (piya tera jiya)
Piya tera jiya… (piya tera jiya)… tu hai kahan
Tera karuun intezaar, tu mere dil ka karaar
Itna hai aetbaar, manoonga na main bhi haar

Daddy It Hurts (Poem On Child Abuse)

After a very long time I'm going to write a poem this poem is based on child abuses. And it is inspired from 3 years old girl. I believe she is a very sweet and special girl cause I left writing a way back but she inspired me to write again.

I request you all to read this poem and share the link and do your bit for child abuse.
SAY NO TO CHILD ABUSE..........


My name is Richa,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mummy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a right,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my mummy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One beating tonight.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.

He kicks and hits me,
And yells some more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.

He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Hard against the wall.

I fall to the floor,
With all my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
More bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please let it end!

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Richa,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me

And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on

I'll pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.

And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!

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