Who is Priyadarshini Goel

Budding poet in this mordern era. Poems give words to my feelings and expressions to my emotions. Writing helps me discover the world. Behind every word, is a voice, waiting to be heard, wanting to be discovered. And of course not to forget my teachers play an important part in my life, so you are gonna find many poems dedicated to them. Enjoy reading! ...
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Priyadarshini Goel Poems

  • Shooting Stars
    Starring deeply at the sky,
    A hope arose from within.
    She started counting the stars,
    One two..hundred...thousand. ...
  • Life's Exeptional Gift To Me
    Lavenders swinging by under the tree shade,
    Memories so special never to fade.
    Wind that blows swiftly by the side,
    Having made a choice to finally confide. ...
  • Exceptionally Fab (ms. Neha Arora Goyal)
    Lavenders swinging happily by the side,
    Life gave me a gift, a truly wonderful guide.
    Explicit a teacher, marvelous indeed,
    Having you here, is the best we have received. ...
  • Life Happened
    She looked up,
    For the first time in so long she smiled.
    She made a pact with life,
    Decided that yes it was time. ...
  • Life For Me Is...
    Life is special I say, Waiting ahead is a new day.
    Each moment worthy to live, A chance for us to give.
    Challenges so many to face, to keep up with everyone’s pace.
    Fears many yet to defeat, Obstacles ahead, still left to beat. ...
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Love 9 I Love You 9 Life 7 Sweet 7 Beautiful 5 Smile 5 Teacher 5 Awesome 5 Forget 5 Beauty 4


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