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Divya Shrotriya

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green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

Sunita Pathania

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White In the garden where our whispers bloom, Love's gentle light dispels the gloom. Soft echoes dance in the evening air, Two hearts entwined, a bond so rare. Every glance a story, every smile a rhyme, In your eyes, I find the magic of time. With every heartbeat, a promise we share, In the tapestry of dreams, we weave our care. ©Sunita Pathania #love_shayari #heartsentwined #sunitapathania #Whispers #Blood #tapestryofdreams #Promise #lovepoem #Nojoto #nojotoenglish

White In the garden where our whispers bloom, Love's gentle light dispels the gloom. Soft echoes dance in the evening air, Two hearts entwined, a bond so rare. Every glance a story, every smile a rhyme, In your eyes, I find the magic of time. With every heartbeat, a promise we share, In the tapestry of dreams, we weave our care. ©Sunita Pathania #love_shayari #heartsentwined #sunitapathania #Whispers #Blood #tapestryofdreams #Promise #lovepoem #Nojoto #nojotoenglish

anand Kumar

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White . . ©anand Kumar #Blood

White . . ©anand Kumar #Blood

Srinivas

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True patriotism is not in shedding blood for war but in building a future where everyone has the dignity of work. ©Srinivas True patriotism is not in shedding blood for war but in building a future where everyone has the dignity of work.

True patriotism is not in shedding blood for war but in building a future where everyone has the dignity of work. ©Srinivas True patriotism is not in shedding blood for war but in building a future where everyone has the dignity of work.