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Dr. BHUPENDRA SINGH PAWAR
SUNIDHI MY SWEET HEART, MY LOVE

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Meet my sweet heart, my love, my life & my everything....................... my would be wife

she is a great scholar, a poet, cyber law expert, writer and versatile teacher she is.

 

SUNDHI
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she belives in good old treditions and yet she is modern beyond imagination

SHE IS A GOOD POET AND IS EXTREMLY SENSITIVE PERSON.
She have won lots of awards for her writings. given below is one of her poem which had won her INTERNATIONAL POETRY
CONTEST.
                                   MIRAGE
 
           It was last spring
           when you gave me hyacinths
           Their fragrance ,and your after shave lotion,merged
           into me.
           We danced together in the
           faint moonlight ,on the floor
           I remember it was your bday
           Memory and desires stirring
           As I m sipping coffee
           The London bridge remains the same .
           This unreal city breathes ,the reality and dreams days
           &nights
 
           It was last rain,
           When we were wet,and took shelter
           In the school chapel
           whereI knelt down,years backevery morn,as a small child ,
           with winking eyes and demanding
           Looking keenly at the hanged man
           But the drops of blood could
           not be seen ever,
           dripping from his forehead
           Crowned with thorns, but the nails were quiet,
           prominently visible to me ,as my granny
           Related to me when read testament years back
           River Thames is flowing
           As usual, as if conversing with
           London Bridge
           This unreal city breathes reality,and dreams days and nights
           It was last winters,
           When we were together
           Awaken for many nights
           Engulfed in the quilt sat
           Besides the furnace ,
           You unshaven,
           with me ,in your arms I felt cosy
           And went to sleep
           Look at this street!
           Yeah the same King William street
           Passing by your grave Its so lonely ,lonely as me
           For these winters ,spring &summers You are not with me
           This Unreal city,
           breathes reality and dreams 
           days and Nights in me. 
 
Isn't it great and moving to read this. It has moved me and a realisation 
downed upon me that this is the girl for me..........................
and only me.

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