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White Don't let the shadow of waiting darken your path; step into the light of action, and make your journey last. ©Srinivas #alone_quotes Don't let the shadow of waiting darken your path; step into the light of action, and make your journey last.

White Don't let the shadow of waiting darken your path; step into the light of action, and make your journey last. ©Srinivas #alone_quotes Don't let the shadow of waiting darken your path; step into the light of action, and make your journey last.

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On one shoulder of mine is the rule of the devil and on the other shoulder is the rule of the angel 50% negative thought 50% positive thought equal 100% मेरे एक कंधे पर शैतान का राज है और दूसरे कंधे पर फरिश्ते का राज है 50% नकारात्मक विचार 50% सकारात्मक विचार बराबर 100% ©person On one shoulder of mine is the rule of the devil and on the other shoulder is the rule of the angel 50% negative thought 50% positive thou

On one shoulder of mine is the rule of the devil and on the other shoulder is the rule of the angel 50% negative thought 50% positive thought equal 100% मेरे एक कंधे पर शैतान का राज है और दूसरे कंधे पर फरिश्ते का राज है 50% नकारात्मक विचार 50% सकारात्मक विचार बराबर 100% ©person On one shoulder of mine is the rule of the devil and on the other shoulder is the rule of the angel 50% negative thought 50% positive thou

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THE SPIRIT OF THE TEA BEVERAGE IS ONE OF PEACE, COMFORT AND REFINEMENT. - Arthur Gray #INTERNATIONAL TEA DAY ©Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು THE SPIRIT OF THE TEA BEVERAGE IS ONE OF PEACE, COMFORT AND REFINEMENT. - Arthur Gray #INTERNATIONALTEADAY

THE SPIRIT OF THE TEA BEVERAGE IS ONE OF PEACE, COMFORT AND REFINEMENT. - Arthur Gray #INTERNATIONAL TEA DAY ©Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು THE SPIRIT OF THE TEA BEVERAGE IS ONE OF PEACE, COMFORT AND REFINEMENT. - Arthur Gray #INTERNATIONALTEADAY

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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.

"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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"One - Sided Dream" Never seen her face, and yet, My heart aches with a deep regret. Why must these one-sided dreams, Haunt my with unseen beams? Her eyes hold no arrows for me, The distance remains eternally. Why can't I bridge this unseen maze? My oblivious hands lose their daze. No music fills the air with glee, The vast sky fades from me. Why can't such companionship exist? Leaving my heart with an aching fist. Lost in these fantasies I roam, Forever a stranger in this dream-like home. Why must these unfulfilled desires, Burn like embers, fanned by hidden fires? The world feels distant, cold, and vast, A stranger I stand, forever outcast. Why must this pain, a relentless tide, In the caverns of my heart reside? ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem explores the pain of unrequited love and the importance of facing reality. It suggests that true connection requires communic

"One - Sided Dream" Never seen her face, and yet, My heart aches with a deep regret. Why must these one-sided dreams, Haunt my with unseen beams? Her eyes hold no arrows for me, The distance remains eternally. Why can't I bridge this unseen maze? My oblivious hands lose their daze. No music fills the air with glee, The vast sky fades from me. Why can't such companionship exist? Leaving my heart with an aching fist. Lost in these fantasies I roam, Forever a stranger in this dream-like home. Why must these unfulfilled desires, Burn like embers, fanned by hidden fires? The world feels distant, cold, and vast, A stranger I stand, forever outcast. Why must this pain, a relentless tide, In the caverns of my heart reside? ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem explores the pain of unrequited love and the importance of facing reality. It suggests that true connection requires communic

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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

"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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As I lay, Resting my head on your bare chest. Running my fingers through and toying with your chest hair, Little did I know, That was possibly, the last night of my joy. The voices in my head had drowned. I had found my peace, or so I thought. The quiet night sky, Had begun to pour acid rain. That burned my skin, And scarred my soul. My silent warrior! Had stuck a dagger into my heart, A dagger that bore the poison Called truth... ©Lakshmi Menon The last night of my joy #mylove

As I lay, Resting my head on your bare chest. Running my fingers through and toying with your chest hair, Little did I know, That was possibly, the last night of my joy. The voices in my head had drowned. I had found my peace, or so I thought. The quiet night sky, Had begun to pour acid rain. That burned my skin, And scarred my soul. My silent warrior! Had stuck a dagger into my heart, A dagger that bore the poison Called truth... ©Lakshmi Menon The last night of my joy #mylove