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Santosh Jangam
"Song of the Heart" Listen, dear, to love's sweet song, Deep within, where hearts belong. You are the song, you are the tune, You are the love, that makes me swoon. You are the day, you are the night, You are the flame, my heart's light. You are the breeze, you are the thrill, You are the rain, that soaks my will. You are the vision, you are the faith, You are the hope, my soul's safe place. You are the laughter, you are the pain, You are the goal, for which I strain. You are the boat, you are the shore, You are the smile, that I adore. You are the mind, you are the life, You are the moment, my soul's delight. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The moral of the poem is that true love is all-encompassing and deeply intertwined with every aspect of life, providing light, hope, a
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"Eternal Embrace" Radha and Krishna entwine, A divine dance, celestial sign. Passion pure, love so bright, Bathes souls in sacred light. Yamuna's stream, melody sweet, Tales of love's fervent beat. Krishna's flute, delight's sound, In Radha's heart, always found. Love's embrace, devotion's trace, Imprints on time and space. Vrindavan blooms, flowers sway, Radha-Krishna's love holds sway. Radha's eyes, Krishna's soul, Love's reflection, makes them whole. Symphony of hearts, passion's art, A poem where devotion starts. Morning, evening, love's flight, Souls captivated in divine light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem's moral is that true, divine love transcends time and space, awakening and uplifting the soul with its pure, eternal devotion
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"Unspoken Tears" Head held high, a hidden fight, Turmoil burns with fading light. Silent tears, a heart's despair, Yearning for solace, a silent prayer. Burdens hidden, a weary soul, No peace for my spirit to make whole. Restless mind in quiet strife, Longing for solitude, a path to life. Life's grand tapestry, choices untold, Bound by ties, yet yearning to unfold. When will this battle fade from sight? Yearning for peace, for eternal light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem explores inner turmoil rather than offering a direct moral lesson. It focuses on the complexities of emotions and the struggl
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White "Voting - The Beacon of Democracy" Voting is democracy’s pride, Awakened citizens, nation’s guide. Exercise your right with grace, Celebrate the Constitution’s embrace. Countless problems, one sure cure, Vote, make your future secure. Strike corruption, choose progress, Education, culture, let's possess. Farmers’ joy, our nation’s craft, Support them, let dreams draft. Equality for all, participation's key, Caste and religion, let them be. Raise your voice, democracy's stand, Vote to make our nation grand. Every vote, a nation's strength, Fulfill your duty, go the length. Fearlessly vote, future bright, National service, our guiding light. Democracy's beacon, let it gleam, With voting, build the dream. ©Santosh Jangam #election The moral of the poem is that voting is essential for democracy and nation-building.
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"Woman - An Embodiment of Power" Each step she takes, a testament to her power, Wisdom flows from her like a boundless shower. Her heart, vast and serene, a guiding light, In her spirit, freedom takes its flight. Her voice, a melody that resonates strong, Her will, unyielding, against all wrong. A modern woman, forging ahead with grace, Every challenge met, she bravely face. Motherhood's love, a force divine, Strength and compassion in every line. With a heart as vast as the endless sky, She conquers all with a resolute eye. From dawn to dusk, her work never ends, A sculptor of life, where love transcends. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem is to celebrate and acknowledge the empowerment, strength, and contributions of women in society.
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**"Tranquil Tempest "** Restless mind, body seeks calm, Each moment besieged, peace is a balm. Thoughts whirl, storms within, Seeking solace, where to begin? Yearning for peace, shackles bound tight, Past moments haunt, future's plight. Taming the mind, a fleeting quest, Breath held in fear, heart in unrest. Lost in the maze, footsteps stray, Body weary, soul in disarray. Restless mind, seeking repose, In the storm's eye, tranquility rose. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem "Tranquil Tempest" is to find inner peace amidst life's chaos.
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"The Call of the Village" Village whispers, memories sweet, City's chaos, heart's retreat. Fields of gold, childhood's play, Urban rush, dreams in fray. Village breeze, soul's reprieve, City's grip, can't deceive. Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace, Village's pull, a timeless grace. In city's maze, longing's sigh, Village's call, like a lullaby. Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar, Village's embrace, forevermore. Village paths, where dreams ignite, City's glare, dims their light. Rustling leaves, a gentle hum, City's roar, a deafening drum. Village nights, stars alight, City's skyline, blocks the sight. Simple joys, in village's fold, City's grip, a story untold. Village laughter, echoes pure, City's rush, dreams obscure. In village's heart, I find my song, City's pull, it won't be long. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the
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"Inner Dreams" "In twilight's hush, I softly call, Heart's whispers, yet to forestall. Love's gaze dims the azure skies, Dreams entwine, as stars arise. Reflections sought in mirrors' gleam, Identity found in love's redeem. Fragrant memories, unseen bloom, Night's embrace, in silent room. Your essence lingers, in embrace untold, Yearning echoes, in heart's hold. How to articulate, this void so vast? World's waves crash, in longing's grasp." ©Santosh Jangam #"Inner Dreams" The moral of the ghazal: Love transcends distance and time, sustaining us through longing and solitude.
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"Whispers of Longing" In life's melody, she was my moonlit tune, Her departure left the sky marooned. Tears fall silent, washing pain's stain, Lost joy, a bird yearns for rain's gain. Fate's game unseen, where do footsteps go? Fear grips tight, yearning for the past's glow. Moments fleeting, lost in endless flight, Mornings clouded, evenings in twilight. Alone in this journey, only You know, My story unfolds in rhythms that flow. In life's sweet cadence, she was my moon, Her absence echoes, a melancholy tune. ©Santosh Jangam #"Whispers of Longing" The moral of the poem is about accepting change, facing loss, finding solace in the journey, and cherishing the memor