He Was A Lonely Boy
He was a lonely boy,
who grew up shy and coy,
quit the world one day,
but nobody ever knew why,
he was a lonely boy...
Had a few mates to play,
but no to all he would say,
would sit silent and pry,
when alone he would cry
he was a lonely boy...
Always used to stand apart,
keep everything in his heart,
to no one he would talk,
howsoever hard one may try,
he was a lonely boy...
From something he was hurt?
or someone broke his heart?
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Don't Waste Food
Hundreds and thousands have toiled under the scorching sun of summer,
to grow the food which so comfortably we eat.
think of food as the fruit of labor of thousands of hours,
rather than just rice and wheat.
millions die due to lack of food, so is their fate,
but we are lucky to have every time enough in our plate.
we may never go to the fields to produce the food,
but my friend 'food saved is food produced'.
so lets take a vow today to put in our plate only that much which we can eat,
so that even a single single grain may not go waste.
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Infa Song
This is an infa song,
for the family to which we all belong,
in the welcome of the days ahead,
in the memory of days that have gone.
This is an infa song...
we like the place, we love the place,
for us it is a home away from home.
we are never ever gonna leave this place,
as to it, for forever we belong.
This is an infa song...
Challenges and challenges are on the way,
but challenges are with what we like to play,
its not gonna easy to be on the top,
but we will stay as we all are so strong.
This is an infa song...
work hard, we play hard, we drink hard,
never ever bored, we laugh and sing.
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There Used To Be Days
There used to be days,
when i was a witty and humorous guy,
that i could make people laugh,
until they start to cry,
and i would often create stories
filled with such a humor and joy,
that everybody would ask me
how can u do it every time oh boy.
There used to be days....
Often i would tell things in such a way,
and often i would act in such a way,
that nobody could resist to laugh,
however hard they may try,
and even if it would be late for the day,
and even if i would be done for the day,
people used to hold me by hand,
and they wont let me say good bye.
There used to be days....
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