Quotes about dimple
The Insane Gloom
The eve brings with her a bundle of gloom
The bundle gets untied with Suns' departure
Thus, spreading everywhere the awesome gloom,
Sweeping the day light which wants to linger.
Even then in darkness a little star twinkles
Appearing as if a sensuous lass's dimple.
On shy damsels cheek only a dimple appears
Lal Bahadoor twinkles as Mother India's dimple.
Was not it good oh star just like water
To change own color to that of mixing matter?
Of the diplomats too same is the line
Then why did you twinkling star tried to shine?
The powerful fools just like the gloom
Think of suppressing even the shining moon.
Then of a little star what was the matter
Breaking you your pieces they tried to scatter.
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poem by Ratnakar Mandlik
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Noble nurse, Dimple
Dimple you were absent yesterday what's reason?
Neighbour was serious Mam, helping went hospital.
Someday your father is sick someday mother
now you are coming with new story of ‘neighbour'.
Now you can't be absent with new excuse
are you student here or a practising nurse?
These words pierced Dimple's heart like a fork
to become a noble nurse, decided to work.
Used to help any one sick, in family or relation
could not leave her friends in painful situation.
They blessed for she helped, of her nature helpful.
Dimple urged parents get admission in a nursing school.
Doesn't find more noble job than serving patients
in front of own eyes sees people recover from illness.
Watching people recover she gets pride and content feel
Her happiness lies in helping the ailing who is in need.
Saddest part of her is, every time one comes in pain
when time comes to see happy, goes back again.
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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What God Delivers to You Is Yours to Keep
When you find a shining penny on the ground,
Face up...
Pick it up.
Don't feel an obligation to look all around.
That treasure that you have found...
Is yours to pick up off the ground.
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
When you find a shining penny on the ground,
Face up...
Pick it up.
It's meant to be....
And not a stroke of good luck.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I was young, I were caught
When I was young, I were caught
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and I were smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek,
I believed in your beauty and nobility,
I was like a brother, but more than in love
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and you were the most beautiful of all women to me
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep.
I was like a brother, but more than in love
and whatever you did you were pure like a flower
and I knew that you were wonderful
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep
and sometimes I longed for you.
When I was young, I were caught
and I knew that you were wonderful
and I was smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When I was young, I were caught [2]
When I was young, I were caught
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and I were smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek,
I believed in your beauty and nobility,
I was like a brother, but more than in love
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and you were the most beautiful of all women to me
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep.
I was like a brother, but more than in love
and whatever you did you were pure like a flower
and I knew that you were wonderful
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep
and sometimes I longed for you.
When I was young, I were caught
and I knew that you were wonderful
and I was smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Leela- an eng. movie
Exile rating is the air she breathes,
Bewildering is the glance she casts;
Enticingly vulnerable is her condition.
She is a picture of smouldering sensuality.
With her poise and polish,
She makes you yarn and pine.
Driven by warmth of a young-becoming man,
She is like a cold candle set aflame.
No surgeon yet bringing relief,
No scalpel yet helping a heal,
In a moment, life might encapsulate
Its joys, yet life is not just a moment.
She lets go of her inhibition and collapses
Like surging waves falling on shores.
Simplistic in delineation, over simple in Solution;
It develops into a little more than nothing.
Blinded, she and he entangles.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mr. Cameron
What if Mr. Cameron was made of Swiss cheese?
Cleaning up wouldn’t be much of an ease.
If he was, that wouldn’t be nice.
Our homeroom would be infested with mice.
This room would be home to a family of rats,
We might start chasing them with baseball bats.
His life would be simple,
His face without a dimple,
The dimple, replaced by a hole,
Austin would use it as a soccer Goal.
Mr. Cameron would be fired,
Yet also, he would be admired.
Admired, but only by mice,
Now isn’t that nice?
It would be weird to have a dairy product as a teacher,
What an unusual edible and healthy to eat creature.
Living in a zoo,
He’ll have nothing to do,
He’s a one of a kind edible pet,
So sell him on the internet,
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poem by Anders Lim
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A dimple in the chin, your living comes in; a dimple in the cheek, your living to seek.
English proverbs
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A Castaway
Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts,
its good resolves, its "Studied French an hour,"
"Read Modern History," "Trimmed up my grey hat,"
"Darned stockings," "Tatted," "Practised my new song,"
"Went to the daily service," "Took Bess soup,"
"Went out to tea." Poor simple diary!
and did I write it? Was I this good girl,
this budding colourless young rose of home?
did I so live content in such a life,
seeing no larger scope, nor asking it,
than this small constant round -- old clothes to mend,
new clothes to make, then go and say my prayers,
or carry soup, or take a little walk
and pick the ragged-robins in the hedge?
Then for ambition, (was there ever life
that could forego that?) to improve my mind
and know French better and sing harder songs;
for gaiety, to go, in my best white
well washed and starched and freshened with new bows,
and take tea out to meet the clergyman.
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poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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A dimple on the chin, the devil within.
quote by Pope Paul VI
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