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"Shiv Kankana : Drama" Amidst fragrant airs, flags unfurled, Gajanan's sight, drama swirls. In "Shiv Kankana," valor's tale, Hearts ignite, love prevails. Shivaji's saga, Chandanagad's lore, Raiba and Manjula, love's encore. In battle's clamor, sovereignty's call, Drums beat, banners fall. Traitors quiver, sovereignty's might, Vanish in the sovereign's light. Khan's deceit, Mughal's snare, Shivaji's message, Raiba's aware. In battle's heat, Raiba stands tall, Defending righteousness, through it all. Bullets faced, with a smile, Victory's path, all the while. Through Manjula, Shivaji's word, Raiba's flag, in triumph stirred. Sacrifice's tale, in Maharashtra's fold, Raiba's legacy, forever bold. Inspiring valor, freedom's quest, Raiba's spirit, eternally blessed. In history's tome, Raiba's name, "Shiv Kankana," love's flame. In Maharashtra's heart, it shall reign, "Shiv Kankana," valor's refrain. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The Poem "Shiv Kankana" is about the enduring values of courage, sacrifice, and patriotism, as exemplified by the characters like Chha

"Shiv Kankana : Drama" Amidst fragrant airs, flags unfurled, Gajanan's sight, drama swirls. In "Shiv Kankana," valor's tale, Hearts ignite, love prevails. Shivaji's saga, Chandanagad's lore, Raiba and Manjula, love's encore. In battle's clamor, sovereignty's call, Drums beat, banners fall. Traitors quiver, sovereignty's might, Vanish in the sovereign's light. Khan's deceit, Mughal's snare, Shivaji's message, Raiba's aware. In battle's heat, Raiba stands tall, Defending righteousness, through it all. Bullets faced, with a smile, Victory's path, all the while. Through Manjula, Shivaji's word, Raiba's flag, in triumph stirred. Sacrifice's tale, in Maharashtra's fold, Raiba's legacy, forever bold. Inspiring valor, freedom's quest, Raiba's spirit, eternally blessed. In history's tome, Raiba's name, "Shiv Kankana," love's flame. In Maharashtra's heart, it shall reign, "Shiv Kankana," valor's refrain. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The Poem "Shiv Kankana" is about the enduring values of courage, sacrifice, and patriotism, as exemplified by the characters like Chha

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I feel so free and yet I’m bound, I’m invisible and yet around; I know, I’ve to go with the flow, This is the only way I will grow. ©HintsOfHeart. #Head in the clouds and regrets beneath the earth I walk on.

I feel so free and yet I’m bound, I’m invisible and yet around; I know, I’ve to go with the flow, This is the only way I will grow. ©HintsOfHeart. #Head in the clouds and regrets beneath the earth I walk on.

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"EVERY JOURNEY BEGINS WITH A SINGLE HOP" ©Aliya #truecolors #frog

"EVERY JOURNEY BEGINS WITH A SINGLE HOP" ©Aliya #truecolors #frog

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We think too small, like the frog at the bottom of the well. ... ©Yogesh Ram Kumar #truecolors frog 🐸 life#motivation #love

We think too small, like the frog at the bottom of the well. ... ©Yogesh Ram Kumar #truecolors frog 🐸 life#motivation #love

Santosh Jangam

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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

"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

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Riding in the car Riding in the car From here to there It isn't very far, but For him is rare Roll down the window Let the wind blow Such a nice breeze On to him it flows Nothing is the same Since he was a kid The scenery changed And also he did The roads are different Some now are new Buildings erected Older ones now few His childhood friends Now just a thought But he never did forget What each of them taught Secret places to hide To just get away Talking for hours Wasting away the day To have those days back And not have worries To again see his friends Of course he would hurry All of his memories Growing up with them They will never fade Each one is like a gem ©Schizology Riding in the car #Riding #car #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Riding in the car Riding in the car From here to there It isn't very far, but For him is rare Roll down the window Let the wind blow Such a nice breeze On to him it flows Nothing is the same Since he was a kid The scenery changed And also he did The roads are different Some now are new Buildings erected Older ones now few His childhood friends Now just a thought But he never did forget What each of them taught Secret places to hide To just get away Talking for hours Wasting away the day To have those days back And not have worries To again see his friends Of course he would hurry All of his memories Growing up with them They will never fade Each one is like a gem ©Schizology Riding in the car #Riding #car #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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The trashcan in the kitchen (prompt from another app) The trashcan in the kitchen Has an important job to do Keeping messes in order And preventing odours too It sits quietly all the time Never complaining ever Is always available to use We must always remember It doesn't require payment It will never need to be fed Just calmly opens any time And it will never need a bed We neglect our trashcans We don't care too properly They exist to serves us well At least let us make it happy ©Schizology The trashcan in the kitchen #prompt #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #trashcan

The trashcan in the kitchen (prompt from another app) The trashcan in the kitchen Has an important job to do Keeping messes in order And preventing odours too It sits quietly all the time Never complaining ever Is always available to use We must always remember It doesn't require payment It will never need to be fed Just calmly opens any time And it will never need a bed We neglect our trashcans We don't care too properly They exist to serves us well At least let us make it happy ©Schizology The trashcan in the kitchen #prompt #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #trashcan

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After four in the morning Sitting here at quarter after four I woke early, couldn't sleep anymore Crickets chirping outside the door Smoking a cigarette in the night I can see the brightness of a light From a house, it shines very bright I rolled one and I smoked it slow Let the creative juices begin to flow What comes out , I don't really know I write as the thoughts start tumbling In my brain sometimes it's mumbling Often my thoughts create a rumbling As usual I am the one awake first I made a coffee to ease my thirst It's not too bad, I have tried worse I will conclude this poem very soon I'm going to go listen to some tunes I am chilly and I'm going to my room ©Schizology After four in the morning #Morning #poem✍🧡🧡💛

After four in the morning Sitting here at quarter after four I woke early, couldn't sleep anymore Crickets chirping outside the door Smoking a cigarette in the night I can see the brightness of a light From a house, it shines very bright I rolled one and I smoked it slow Let the creative juices begin to flow What comes out , I don't really know I write as the thoughts start tumbling In my brain sometimes it's mumbling Often my thoughts create a rumbling As usual I am the one awake first I made a coffee to ease my thirst It's not too bad, I have tried worse I will conclude this poem very soon I'm going to go listen to some tunes I am chilly and I'm going to my room ©Schizology After four in the morning #Morning #poem✍🧡🧡💛