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KRISHNA KUMAR KUSHVAHA

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Unsplash नवाब होते हैं वे जिनके घर में बेटियां होती हैं। बेटियां शहजादियां होती हैं। और शहजादियों को पालने की औकात केवल नवाबों में होती है। ©KRISHNA KUMAR KUSHVAHA #daughter

Unsplash नवाब होते हैं वे जिनके घर में बेटियां होती हैं। बेटियां शहजादियां होती हैं। और शहजादियों को पालने की औकात केवल नवाबों में होती है। ©KRISHNA KUMAR KUSHVAHA #daughter

Abhijeet Saha

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Injoy the moment 💕 ©Abhijeet Saha Father and daughter

Injoy the moment 💕 ©Abhijeet Saha Father and daughter

Monika Vimal

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Unsplash No One Cares About Me" “All day long,” she whispers softly, “No one cares about me…” Her words echo in the quiet house, Heavy with years of sacrifice. She gave away her children’s childhood, Trading laughter for long hours, Dreams for endless responsibilities. She barely had time to hold them close. Now, the years have passed. Her job is done, but not her burdens. Day by day, she picks up every piece— Sweeping, mending, cooking, Tending to her grandson with tired hands. And yet, no one sees. No one stops to say, "Thank you for all you've done." The weight of invisibility breaks her spirit. She aches not for riches or grandeur, But for a single kind word, A fleeting acknowledgment of her worth, A simple reminder that she is loved. Her heart, exhausted, Longs for tenderness, For someone to say, "Rest now—you’ve done enough." But instead, silence greets her. And all she wants, All she has ever wanted, Is just a little warmth From the ones she sacrificed everything for. ©Monika Vimal #Life #she

Unsplash No One Cares About Me" “All day long,” she whispers softly, “No one cares about me…” Her words echo in the quiet house, Heavy with years of sacrifice. She gave away her children’s childhood, Trading laughter for long hours, Dreams for endless responsibilities. She barely had time to hold them close. Now, the years have passed. Her job is done, but not her burdens. Day by day, she picks up every piece— Sweeping, mending, cooking, Tending to her grandson with tired hands. And yet, no one sees. No one stops to say, "Thank you for all you've done." The weight of invisibility breaks her spirit. She aches not for riches or grandeur, But for a single kind word, A fleeting acknowledgment of her worth, A simple reminder that she is loved. Her heart, exhausted, Longs for tenderness, For someone to say, "Rest now—you’ve done enough." But instead, silence greets her. And all she wants, All she has ever wanted, Is just a little warmth From the ones she sacrificed everything for. ©Monika Vimal #Life #she

Sanjai Saxena

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जब जब चांद ने शर्म से पर्दा किया है, तब तब घनघोर अंधेरा हुआ है। खिलने दो कलियों को, महकने दो चमन, रोशन हो जहाँ और मन का भरम, फिर देखो खुशियों से खिलता चाँद, शीतल हवा में मुस्काते सितारे। ऐसी हो खूबसूरत दुनियां हमारी, जब तब हमको सिर्फ यह भरम हुआ है। written by:- संजय सक्सेना प्रयागराज। ©Sanjai Saxena #Her

जब जब चांद ने शर्म से पर्दा किया है, तब तब घनघोर अंधेरा हुआ है। खिलने दो कलियों को, महकने दो चमन, रोशन हो जहाँ और मन का भरम, फिर देखो खुशियों से खिलता चाँद, शीतल हवा में मुस्काते सितारे। ऐसी हो खूबसूरत दुनियां हमारी, जब तब हमको सिर्फ यह भरम हुआ है। written by:- संजय सक्सेना प्रयागराज। ©Sanjai Saxena #Her