The Rose and Other Poems

By Naresh Kaur

This poems i will include with my story

To tell you that life does not stop

unless you want it to,

With us or by yourself,

Made by tow parents that remember you

Even if you don't,

They both cherish there,

Thoughts and memories,

You can grow and grow as much as there hearts together,

It has e

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookTrail Publishing
• Release date: Nov 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9781962256810

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Copyright © 2023 Naresh Kaur

Paperback: 978-1-962256-82-7

Hardcover: 978-1-962256-80-3

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2023920041

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Contents

Crow & Sparrow

Weather

Cherry

Windows

Couch

Grey

Atmosphere

Two Become One

Left Alone

Alive

Blisters

Foot Prints

Malted Drink

Blocks

Parents

Just Me

Shy

Thunder

Patient

Heart

Admit

Next

Years

What Next

Roses

Underneath the Tree

There

Cinema

Drawn

Let Lose

Little Sweat

My Apple

Mother

Father

Exams

Who are we

One More

Chatterbox

Birdy

To Behave

Walking

A Toast

For You

Death of Funerals

Don’t

Mother

You and Me

Look

Right Now

Door

Mate

Going On

Male

Today

Rainbows

Up High

My Fruit

More to Say

Mistakes

Crossroads

To Stay

Anybody but You

Be Here

Dark Gloves

Place

Finger Game

Birthday

Flower

Snails and Tortoises

Man and Me

My friend

You

Perfume

My Feelings

My Time

Leave me or Take me

To You

God... Enough

Blessed

Next Door

I’m Hurt and Notices

Wine Done Glass

The Room Now

What Next

Look

Meet

The Wrong Hurt

What a Fault

Cheese

Sea Shore

The Date

Libra

A Writer

Period Male

File

Not Just Us

More Then Another

Give Straight Away

I have not been to no Fair

Todays Day

Out or In

Eddy

Burning Flames Out

Different Way to Show

Going On

Two Cups of Strings

Reflections

Our Cake

SOME TIMES I would cry for my family, we did as much as we could together. This started when I became ill, I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia and then I was told I was also bipolar. Many years past before my battle began with my illness. My family helped me a lotthey really cared for me, my illness began at a very young age I was only seventeen. I was loved very much by my family they considered me to be the apple of their eye.

I was studying at college when I was diagnosed, I enjoyed drawing and designing so I decided to do a course in fashion design. I would often pass my time imagining I was the U.K’s top fashion designer working for Princess Diana. It was August 31 1997 when the heart breaking news of Princess Diana’s death was announced on national television. That night all my dreams had come to an end, I felt pain rush through my body, my emotions were uncontrollable. I admired Princess Diana and wanted to devote my career to her. I still remember the day she got married I watched it on television, I fell in love with the souvenir’s that were made, cups, plates and tire beautiful photos.

From a young age I had a dream to be a princess as all girls do, I dreamt of a long white wedding dress followed by a long trail just like Princess Diana. These thoughts would often make my