Poems from AnmolBaidwan
My flower is so wonderful and sweet,
She will never leave my side.
She will always be planted in my heart
we would never ever be apart.
My...
Indians, they smell like curry,
they move their heads when they talk.
Chinese people are good at maths,
Muslim people are all terrorists....
The rhythm of music rolls against my ears,
Taking away all my fears.
I listen quietly, ignoring my pain,
Music helps me gain.
I feel...
I was born in Newzealand,
at the age of 4 i was send to india with my parents.
I moved in with my aunty and uncle in Australia,
but my...
His hands are sweaty, and he hasn't ate,
He is nervous as he enters the school gate.
But he knows it is to late to turn back.
"Hey chap,...