Poem : I Love Shillong

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I love Shillong, I love Shillong, And yes, I love Shillong. Even today I see your image In the canvas of my mind. I love you, Shillong I truly love you. I often think Did God Himself Paint your beauty On the hills ? Shillong, you look beautiful, You really look beautiful. Trees and greenery wrapped Around soothing hills ----- Like a land  from fairly tales. You look wonderful, Shillong,you look wonderful. The sun and clouds Play together all day long. Watching it all, My heart overflows With waves of joy. " Shillong,I love you" My heart whispers aloud. When Waterfalls, Come dancing down the mountains, Every joy within me Starts dancing like waves. Shillong, I love you. You are the jewel In the eyes of thousands of travelers. Even from afar, I still hear your call. And silently I say ----- I will come again, Shillong, I will come to you. Shillong ,I love you, You fill my heart with delight. ----------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick
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Poem : Human Organs





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Hair : The comb conducts its raid here.
Head : The root cause of every pain.
Forehead : All faults are piled onto it.
Eyebrows : Must wrinkle to show surprise.
Eyes : The prime organ for glaring.
Nose : Useful for poking in without need.
Ears : The most humiliating organ.
Neck : Best suited for a shove.
Lips : Specially made for kissing.
Mouth : The organ for wearing masks.
Cheeks : A gentle pinch makes it affection.
Chest : A deep -freez for hoarding sorrows.
Hands : The place where handcuffs fit.
Fingers : With a flick,much can happen.
Stomach : The master key to all development.
Buttocks : The finest spot for a kick.
Knees  : The organ to enjoy rheumatic pain.
Legs : The organ meant for tripping others.
Bones: The rascal hides here.
Spine : A sprain here brings profit in the end.

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Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

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