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The titanic

A city of lights,
suddenly emerged on the shores,
it was anchored with a huge chain
binding it's journey to the solemn main...
Pompous chandeliers were hung over,
and the grand ball room,
was ready to take upon,
with colourful lights all over,
and showers of champagne!
The spacious rooms,
were painted silvery gloss,
and never that ship had any flaws.
The pretty women,
dressed in gowns,
looking gorgeous with their lovely crowns,
were sitting with pride,
adjusting their pleats.
While all were so happy
dancing with merry,
the anchor had been removed,
and the ship had moved.
The days were fleeting merrily,
while the nights were spent dreary,
the ship moved on in the sea.
Months went by, and one day,
while all were so happy,
upon the prince's birthday,
Suddenly, the ship trembled with thundering shakes,
and the water rushed in the bottom plates,
And the ship had started to drown!
All were struck dumb,
as they had not
expected such a fate.
The little boats,
were loaded with people,
and let into the wide sea,
But still, thousands of them,
were put to sleep,
in the solemn's deep!
The ship, so magnificent,
before seconds of time,
had become the grave of many,
and the path of destiny!

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What writing means to me...

As lonely as a cloud, as boring as boredom itself, I was. I grew up as a typical child at school but a very hefty one, I am still the same. I managed to cheer people with my innocence but did not manage to make happy friends to last a lifetime because of my gross physique. I couldn't play as I had no playmates at home and my only hobby was to sit and watch tv.

When I was studying in kindergarten, I used to visit a nearby shop with my dad. My dad was busy shopping for groceries and I engaged myself in observing things around me. The people who had mixed emotions that outshone on their faces, an old man cycling with a lot of strain, probably getting back home, the lady vendor with her dirty saree pinned up to her waist and squatting on the floor, selling vegetables, the autowala bargaining with his potential customer, the green trees which arched high with its countless leaves, the flowers that smile at me on the road side, happy child…