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Santosh Jangam
"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat
Santosh Jangam
"Starry Tales" A bond so pure, like sky and stars, Where laughter echoes, breaking jars. Hand in hand, they roam at night, Beneath the moon’s soft, gentle light. Through starry realms, they wander far, Catching dreams, a precious spar. Tales they share, with endless glee, In childhood’s world, wild and free. Their bond, a fortress strong and true, Old stories told, but ever new. Her laughter bright, a joyful cheer, Embracing all, so close and near. Back to youth, they gently roam, In sunlight’s warmth, they find their home. Love’s tender touch, their spirits raise, A bond reborn in heaven’s gaze. Hearts entwined, souls in flight, In this bond, bathed in light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandfather and granddaughter. It highlights the power of love, storytelling, and share
BOND Ravi singh007
सौ बार लानत है ऐसे संस्कारों पर जो कुछ चंद दिनों की मोहब्बत में अपने माता-पिता अपने समाज की इज्जत भूल जाते हैं ..... आज की जनरेशन का शाश्वत सत्य.. केवल कह लेने से संस्कारी नहीं बनते ©BOND Ravi singh007 #old
BP Bagh
Nothing changed, In the village of ancients. we were the eminent insanes & remained the same In the new cities of Heaven. Millions of revolution brought To this colony of heart, There were only invoiced castles of pain & remained the same. All our screams were of the blood & bones To unchained the distressed souls, The eyes had only defences & remained the same. oh Birds, what did you get over this migration?? The beak had only four grains & remained the same In the new cities of Heaven... ~bhakta ©BP Bagh #fisherman The old man
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prathna behra
टेंशन की इस दौर मे मेरा सेक्शन बन जाना.... भूल जाऊ उससे पहले याद आ जान... कभी लगे कमी हो मुझमे खुदा की कसम है तुम्हे, रेप्लस ना करना, बस थोड़ा अमेन्दमेंट कर अपना लेना... हो लड़ाई, समझ मे ना आउ तब बस.... मेरे फीलिंग का प्रोविशन ध्यान से पढ़ लेना.... ©prathna behra old
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